#why did I make the poll last a whole week

[the-gay-ghost-king]

Found this in my drafts

... I'm at 20 followers now. Should I post the wip?

#honestly forgot about this draft #clearly since I never posted it lol #I haven't worked on the animatic for nearly a month now tho #uh but hey #judging by the poll people want more chaos project #i did not vote in it btw #i asked my sibling to vote and show me the results #because I really am undecided #and also impatient #why did I make the poll last a whole week #oh well #aw man I made the tags long again #oops #uh #the chaos project #chaos project au #ramblings

[redhead1180]

Puppy

Pairing - sub!JJ x Dom!fem reader

Summary - JJ gets in trouble.

Words - 1.9k

Warnings MDNI - m sub/f dom, edging, cursing, cock ring, p in v, oral (f receiving), m. tied up, sex toys, SMUT (let me know if I missed any)

A/N - Finally finished the subby JJ fic from my poll last week. Sorry life has gotten in the way. I'm not sure it's my favorite, but I don't hate it.

JJ had been needy all day and by the time we got my house he was nearly humping my leg. We had been out on the boat all day with the pogues and I was trying to put stuff up in the kitchen.

“Baby” he whined coming up behind me rutting up against my ass. “Can’t that wait?”

“No, I don’t want it to spoil and you’ll want the beer cold later.” I patiently tell him.

He huffed like a petulant toddler, stomping his foot for good measures.

“I want you now” he demands and grabs my hips pulling me back hard on his hard cock.

“Did you just demand me” I turnaround eyeing him with my eyebrow raised.

A flash of fear crosses his face, “N- no b- bab- baby” he stammers

“That is not my name and you did demand me” I sternly tell him. “bedroom now, and I want you stripped of all your clothes”

“Mo- Mommy, i-“

“No, bedroom now” I cut him off. I turn back around not waiting for him to acknowledge and put away the stuff. I hear him shuffle off as I put away the rest of the items. I grab a glass filling it with ice and some rum, and make my way to the bedroom. I walk in and JJ is naked, sitting at the edge of the bed, sitting on his hands. I don’t say anything and walk to nightstand and put my glass down. Then I strip off my shirt and shorts leaving me in my bikini. I saunter over to the closet.

JJ moans from his spot, but doesn’t say anything.

“You better not be touching yourself” I holler out from the closet, “I will know.”

I grab our toy box and come back into the room. JJ looks at me like a little puppy, eyes begging, still sitting on his hands. He is shaft standing straight up, red and looking very painful. I look at him pitifully.

“oh baby, that looks painful” I coo as I come to stand in front of him. I take his face in my hands and kiss him gently, before pressing into my tits. JJ groans and ruts his face in my tits for a bit, kissing softly.

“That’s a good boy” I praise him. “Now crawl up the bed and lay out for mommy.”

He gives my breasts one more kiss before sliding up to the bed into position. I grab the rope or of the box and walk to one hand. I know JJ had to hate the fact he taught me how to tie knots and now I used them on him. I tie both hands to headboard in a poachers knot, then doing the same to his feet.

“Mommy why” he whimpered.

“You demanded me, I can’t let that slide baby boy” I said calmly, looking at him with my bottom lip pushed out. I went back to the box and pulled out the blindfold. “Now remember, no cumming until Mommy says, and let me know when you’re close”

“Yes, Mommy, but please” he begged “I wanna see you”

“You won’t have to wear it the whole time” I promised as I tied it on. I grab the cock ring from the box and gently place it on him. He bucked his hips against my hands, and I teased his cock for a bit.

“Oh sweetie, you have the prettiest pink dick I have ever seen” I praised as I slowly stroked him, pressing my thumb against the tip, spreading his precum around. Then I abruptly stopped, causing him to his buck his hips and cry out in frustration. I slapped his thigh and then grabbed the remote for the cock ring.

“Stop that, be glad Mommy is being so nice” I growl. I grab my glass taking a nice swig of my drink before grabbing an ice cube.

I rub the ice cube along JJ’s lips, he gasps, I trace his lips with it and then moving it down to his chin. I run it down his neck and to one nipple, rubbing it over and over till his nipples could cut glass. Then I did the same other one, making sure both get the same attention. From there, I run it down over his rock-hard abs and down his happy trail.

“That feel good, puppy?” I ask teasingly smiling.

“Mhmm” he moans out.

“You’re such a good boy for me” I praise. I turn on the cock ring to the lowest setting. JJ cry’s out, bucking his hips up.

“Fuck baby” he gasps out.

I grab the riding habit from the box and slap his dick. He whimpers out.

“What’s my name, puppy?” I demand, slapping it again. He bucks his hips hard and squirms, whimpering the whole time.

“Mommy, sor- sorry, mommy” he stammers. “Mommy please”

“What, puppy, what do you want?” I coo to him. I turn up the ring another setting while soothingly rubbing his cock.

“Mommy, please I need to cum” he begs pathetically.

“Hmmm, no not yet. Your punishment isn’t done.”

I reach up and take off the blindfold. He blinks a bit, before focusing on me. His normally ocean blue eyes are nearly completely black. I grin at him and lean down and gives him a searing kiss. I reach down and gently stroke his vibrating cock. He groans in my mouth, taking everything he can from the kiss. It’s a wet sloppy kiss, teeth clashing against each other, biting lips and then I sit up. He chases my lips till he can’t anymore, then slams his head back down and grunts, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration. He knows better than to say or do anything. Knowing I won’t let him cum, but edge him for hours.

“Watch me puppy” I say I gently stroke his cheek. He opens his eyes and looks at me, tears on his lashline. I reach back and grab the vibrator and set it beside me.

“What’s that for?” JJ asks, eyeing it fearfully.

“Just watch Mommy” I gently insist.

I reach up and untie the strings behind my neck, letting it fall down, then untie the back string. Letting my bikini top fall and land around his neck. My breast released fall down and jiggle a little. I rub and knead them for a minute. JJ groans, pulling at the ropes on his hands. For the moment I let him squirm and pull at the ropes. I rub my stomach before reaching my hips and untie the strings on each side, allowing the bikini bottom to fall off and flatten. I raise up just enough to pull it off and throw it.

I move up to sit on his chest and grab the vibrator. I lean back enough so JJ can see my pussy right in front of his face. He whines pulling at the ropes.

“I wanna touch, please” he begs between gritted teeth.

I ignore him and run the vibrator over my wet, soaked pussy, making him watch. I gasp from the sensation, JJ moans. I slide it thru my folds, rolling my hips, soaking his chest in my arousal. I feel him began to thrust his hips behind me, looking for friction as the cock ring vibrates around his dick.

“Mommy please,” he pleads quietly, “I won’t do it again, just please untie me and let make you feel good.”

“Hmm,” I ponder “Have you learned your lesson?” I ask as I put away the vibrator and slide down his abs. He hisses from pleasure.

“Yes, I promise I’ve learned”

“I don’t buy it.” I hover him and slam down on cock, making him jerk his hips up and cry out. I turn up the cock to near the highest setting and bounce up and down. JJ moaning and whimpering, thrusting his hips as hard as he can in his ropes. I feel him twitch inside me.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum” he pants out.

I turn off the ring and pull off him, before he can cum. JJ screams out in frustration and bucks his hips wildly. I lean up and give him gentle kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

“This doesn’t happen when you’re a good boy.” I taunt in his ear. I continue to edge JJ for another hour or so, until his tip is nearly purple and he is crying and begging me to let him cum.

“Oh puppy, you’re doing so good for me,” I praise. “You want me to let you cum?”

He vigorously nods his head and whispers “please” over and over.

“Ok, you eat Mommy out and make her cum, and then I will let you pick how you want to cum. You can fuck my tits and cum on my chest or,” I pretend to ponder, “I will let you cum in Mommy’s pussy”

“Pussy” he hastily says. I chuckle as I remove the ring and position over his face.

“Now be a good boy and make Mommy cum.” I demand.

I lower myself down and JJ licks my core from hole to clit, making me moan. I grab the headboard as he latches onto my nub, licking and sucking till I am rolling my hips. I untie him and his hands immediately grab my thighs pulling me down harder as he pushes his tongue into my hole and fucks me with his tongue.

“Fuck” I moan out, grabbing and pulling JJ’s hair to get him closer. He lets go of one thigh and, none to gently, shoves two fingers into my pussy and sucks my clit. I gasp out, pulling his hair harder and grinding down on him. He groans, the vibrations making me cry out.

“I’m s’close” I pant as I ride his face and he fucks me with his fingers. JJ curls his fingers hitting my sweet spot and bites down on my clit. I scream out as I fall over the edge, my release spilling all over JJ’s face as he slurps up every last bit of juices that I released. He licks and kisses me through my high and I eventually slump down and fall to the side. He raises up to look at me, his mouth and chin slick with my arousal.

“Was that good, Mommy?” he asks smirking.

“Yea puppy, Mommy’s very happy” I pant, he grins like a Cheshire cat. Not having the energy to ride him now, I lay back and spread my legs.

“You can fuck me n-” and before the words leave my lips, JJ is on top of my sliding his cock in my pussy.

Seeing how I edged him for so long, it didn’t take long, and JJ was cumming inside me. He collapsed on me and I wrapped my legs around him and slid my arms around his neck. He rutted up in me, still lost in his euphoria, whining into my chest.

“You’re such a good pup for Mommy,” I praised as I kissed his forehead and ran my fingers thru his hair, scratching his scalp as I did, making him hum. We laid there for a bit, while I petted and praised him.

“C’mon, baby, let’s get you cleaned up and got to sleep”

I led him to the bathroom and cleaned us up, before heading back to bed and laying down. I rolled on my side and JJ buried his head in my chest and curled up to me like a koala.

“Sleep now puppy” I murmured before we both fell into blissful slumber.

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[footiehoefics]

Good cop, bad cop

Hi guys! This is the dad Mason fic a lot of you voted on the poll for :). I'm very excited about this one, I hope you guys like it! TW, none, Fluff/Angst, 5.2k words

gif: @doinggreat

“Boys c’mon! We are running late!” you yelled from your bathroom to your twin boys who were getting their backpacks ready for school. 

“Mommy, I can’t find my lightning McQueen pencil case!” your little boy Sebastian said, barging in your room, almost on the verge of crying. 

“Baby you probably left it at school then like last time, you can check with the teacher when you get there okay? We need to hurry up otherwise we will be late.” 

You grabbed his tiny hand and led him to his and his brother’s, Oliver, room. 

“Oliver baby, c'mon put your shoes on please.”

“Yes mommy.”

Once you got the twins ready, you headed downstairs to grab their lunchboxes and get their water bottles filled up.

“Alright guys, I’m off.” Your husband, Mason, said entering the kitchen ready with his washbag and car keys to leave for training. 

“Bye baby” you said, turning around to give him a peck on the lips. “Can you please make that dish you saw yesterday on tiktok for lunch?” Mason said pouting like a little boy making him look exactly like Seb and Oliver. 

“Fine big baby I’ll do it.” You said, rolling your eyes and laughing at your husband’s childish behavior. He pecked your lips again and turned around to say goodbye to the twins. 

“Bye little monsters”. He got down to hug both of them at the same time. “Listen to your mom and be good at school okay?” he told them. 

“Yes daddy” they both said in unison. 

Mason left and it was just you and the twins. 

“Okay, you have everything right?” you said checking them and they nodded. 

Once everything was ready, you helped them get into the car and into their car seats. 

The drive to school was as usual, blasting music, talking, asking them if they had done their homework, and reminding them to not forget any book or notebook they would need for that day.

You loved dropping them off, and so did Mason. However, now that the season started again, usually he couldn't come with you. 

The boys understood why their dad could not always drop them off or was not at home some weekends, which amazed you considering they were still very young. They were 6, but they were very smart. Their homeroom teacher told you they were exceptional, and it made you so proud and also made you feel relieved. You always wanted to raise two little smart gentlemen. 

Mason would always joke how physically, they were a copy of him but mentally, it was you. 

You arrived at school and parked the car in your usual spot. You got the boys out and tucked their little shirts in, so they looked presentable. You held both of their hands and walked them to the school entry. 

Once you reached their classroom, you greeted Anouska, who was also dropping off her kid. 

“Hi babe!” Anouska said, hugging you. “Hi boys!” Ever since you moved to Manchester, Anouska and Luke had become very close to you. Their kids were now best friends with yours and you couldn’t be more thankful. The one thing that worried you the most was Seb and Oliver not making new friends at a new school. “Reign is already inside, they are starting soon.” You thanked her for letting the boys know they had to go in. 

Once they were settled, you stayed in the car park for a little while talking to her and arranging a brunch this week once the boys were dropped off. 

“Did you hear about the bullying case?” Anouska asked you taking, a sip of her coffee.

“What bullying case?” you asked curiously. 

“Mrs. Adams told me there was this boy in the classroom called Matthew that is being bullied. She said she and the school board will be supervising the whole class to see who it is.” 

“Oh no, did she say how serious it was?” you asked.

“No, she just said the little boy’s mom noticed he came home really upset yesterday so she drove back and talked to her about it.” 

“I hope they find out who it is before it gets more serious.” It hurt you that a little boy was being bullied, it made you think, what if it was your kid? You wouldn’t be able to bear it. 

You said your goodbyes and you headed home. 

---

Once you got home, you started prepping some stuff for the dish Mason wanted. It wasn’t a complicated dish but it would take time, you wanted it to be ready for him when he got home. 

After being in your own little world, cooking, chopping veggies and tasting everything, you noticed an unknown number was calling you. You found it strange but you picked it up either way. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi, is this Mrs. Mount?” the voice on the other side of the phone said. 

“Yes, this is she, who is this sorry?” you asked, turning off the stove to concentrate on the phone call. 

“Hi Mrs. Mount, it is Mrs. Adams!” Weird. Why would she be calling you? Maybe one of your boys got sick?

“Oh hi! How are you? Is everything okay with Seb and Oliver? Is one of them sick?” you asked. 

“No, no, they are okay. I wanted to call you because I wanted to discuss something with you.” She responded.

“Sure, what can I help you with?” you sat down on the couch ready to have this conversation. 

“So, today we’ve had our school board supervising the students because we found out yesterday our student Matthew was being bullied. Well, after observing everyone the whole day, we highly think it is Sebastian and Oliver bullying Matthew.” She said on the other line. 

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Your boys were bullying someone? Why? You had never raised them to be mean. 

“Mrs. Mount?” Mrs. Adams asked

“Yes sorry, um are you sure it’s them? I mean, I don’t know why they would be doing that.” You said nervously. 

“Well from everything we have observed, yes, we think it is them. I will talk to Matthew shortly to ask him, and I can let you know when you come and pick them up. Is that alright?” 

“Yes, yes please let me know.” You gulped.

“Alright, sorry if I disturbed you, have a great day!” their teacher said.

“No worries, thank you for the heads up. I'll see you soon.” 

You hung up the phone and you were still shocked at the information you had just received. You wanted to cry. How can your two little boys be bullying someone? You had never raised them to be bullies. You and Mason always made sure they were gentlemen, respectful and humble. You took pride in that, how they were never really materialistic. They didn’t care about having new toys all the time, they didn’t really care about having an iPad or whatever. They always just loved playing outside, watching football and going to the stadium to see their daddy. 

Speaking of daddy, Mason started calling you, making you snap out of your thoughts again. 

“Hey” you said, and you could tell immediately Mason would notice something was wrong. 

“Hi my love, you okay?” he said. 

“Yea I’m just prepping lunch right now.” You said standing up from the living room couch and heading back to the kitchen so you could continue cooking. 

“Speaking of lunch, I don’t think I’ll have time to go eat at the house. Gaffer wants to have a meeting about tomorrow’s game, so I’ll be home a little later.” He spoke. 

“Oh, okay it’s fine. I’ll leave some so you can eat for dinner.” You placed your phone down, put it on speaker and continued chopping veggies. 

“You okay babe?” he asked you. “Yea I’m fine, we need to talk when you get home, about the boys.” 

“Did something happen?”

“Their teacher called, and she said she thinks they are bullying another student.” You said waiting for his response.

“What?” Mason sounded as confused as you were when you got the news. 

“Yea, I was shocked too.” 

“Is she 100% sure it is them?” He asked

“Well not 100%, but she said she will talk to Matthew, the little boy, today to figure out who it is.” 

“Well,” he pauses for a moment analyzing the situation “Let’s wait and see what she says before panicking and if it’s really them wait for me so we can talk to them together.” 

“Okay, yes you’re right. She said she would talk to me when I go pick them up.” you responded.

“Okay, let me know what she says yea?”

“Yea I will, love you.” 

“Love you more, I’ll see you later, babe.” And with that he hung up. 

He was right, you didn’t need to panic right now. You would have to wait another hour to go pick them up and talk to her. 

---

You had arrived at school early to try and talk to Mrs. Adams before you saw the boys. You wanted to chat to her first before asking the twins any questions. Once you entered the school, you went to their classroom and waited there patiently.  Mrs. Adams saw you, indicated her students to start packing up and approached you with a smile. 

“Hi Mrs. Mount it is good to see you” she greeted you as soon as she opened the door. 

“Hi, good to see you too, you can call me Y/n don’t worry” you said smiling shaking her hand. 

“Well, Y/n, I was able to talk to Matthew and unfortunately we were right. He said Sebastian and Oliver have been picking on him ever since they played football in P.E class two days ago.” She informed you. 

That weird feeling on your tummy came back. You were hoping she would tell you they got it all wrong and it was someone else but now hearing her confirm it was them, it upset you. 

“Oh okay, um, is the school going to do something?” you asked. 

“Well, not yet. We think it’s best if the parents first talk to their children and see what measurements they want to take. If it does continue after the first warning  then the school does intervene with either parent teacher conference or suspensions and detentions.”

“Okay, I will talk to them. I promise this won’t happen again.” You said apologetically.

After the chat with her, you were upset, but you were also furious with your boys. Here you were thinking this morning what if it was them being bullied? You would feel awful and helpless, you can’t imagine what this kid’s mother was feeling.  It bugged you they would behave like this when all you ever taught them was good things. It also made you feel like an awful parent. Were you failing them? What were you doing wrong? You needed to talk to them asap, you knew Mason told you to wait for him but they couldn’t get in the house and start playing and getting all the privileges after what they have done. 

The whole car ride there was no music, you weren’t talking much, your boys were smart and they knew you were mad. 

When you got to the house, you helped them get off their car seats and take their stuff inside. 

“Please, sit down, eat and we will talk.” You said sternly closing the front door. 

The boys sat down at the dining table, waiting for their plates to be served. They were sitting next to each other. You served them lunch and a drink, gave it to them and sat down directly in front of them. 

You waited for them to eat so you could start talking to them. You had no idea what you were going to say, but you needed them to know bullying was not acceptable. 

“So,” you started speaking as soon as they finished “do you know what Mrs. Adams said to me today about you two?” you asked your boys who looked guilty of something but were not saying anything.  They both shook their heads in sync. 

“She told me you two have been bullying Matthew for the past 2 days, is that true?” you asked. They both looked terrified of answering yes, so they both looked at each other waiting for one another to say something. They opted to just shaking their heads again. 

“Sebastian and Oliver, do not lie to me.” You stated.

“We were picking on him when we were playing…” Oliver said quietly. 

“Only when you were playing?” you asked 

“After too…a little bit” Oliver replied, his lip wobbling. 

“Why?” you wanted to know why they were doing this and where they learned to do this.

None of them answered. 

“Where did you learn about bullying and calling people names? Because I am 100% sure it is not in this house.” 

“Daddy picks on people sometimes when he plays, and all the football players do as well…” Sebastian spoke up this time, not looking you in the eyes. 

If there was one thing these boys were obsessed with was football. They would watch any game that was on, no matter what league it was. They loved it. They loved watching the games with his dad, and Mason teaching them everything about it. 

Mason didn’t get pissed off on the pitch often, but you remembered last game he did and the boys saw. They also watched the North London derby where it got heated as well. They were learning this from football, which made sense now. 

“Listen to me carefully, just because you see that being done in football does not mean you have to do it in real life. They are adults competing for points or a trophy, okay? You are kids, football is supposed to be fun, it is not serious. I’m really upset and disappointed with you guys, daddy and I never taught you to do this. We have raised you to be way better than this. How would you feel if a friend of yours calls you names and bullies you? It would not feel good right? You would be sad, is that right?” you asked them, raising your voice a bit. 

They were both looking at you with teary eyes and their lips wobbling trying to hold in their tears. It broke your heart, you had never ever grounded them or punished them but to you this was unacceptable.

“I hate doing this to you boys but this behavior will not be tolerated okay?”  

They both nodded their heads, tears falling from their eyes. 

“Bad behavior means bad consequences, so I’m sorry but no football for a week.” 

They both gasped and looked at you with wide eyes. You knew you could take aways their iPads, their toys, their Pokémon cards, and they would not care at all because they could play football with Mase or just watch it and they would be fine. You needed them to know this was serious and there would be zero tolerance for this behavior. 

“I’m not taking you to watch daddy’s game tomorrow, you will not watch the other games this weekend, and no playing outside with the ball.” You stated making them frustrated. 

“Mommy that is not fair!” Sebastian raised his voice, crying.

“It’s not? Well, you should’ve thought of that before bullying someone.” 

You ended the conversation and told them to go to their rooms to read what the teacher had assigned them. 

You were tidying up the kitchen, the living room and putting away the left-over food for Mase. 

The whole afternoon, you were thinking if maybe no football was too harsh. Your parents were always very strict with you. If you got grounded, you always learned from it and never did it again. You wanted them to learn and never do that again. Mason was always softer with them which annoyed you. They would always convince him to let them go to a friend's house even after not doing their school work, if you would say no they would go to him and he would let them making you the bad cop. 

Time went by and you heard the front door open indicating Mason was home. Your twin boys were excited to have him back after not seeing him all day. They ran up to him and hugged his leg. 

“Hi daddy!” they both squealed. 

“Hi, my boys, how are you?” He knelt down to hug them back. “Where is mommy” he asked both and they looked at each other worriedly. “Kitchen” Oliver responded. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked them.

“Mommy grounded us.” Seb said looking at Mase with sad eyes, the same sad eyes that would convince him to let them do anything. “Yea she said not football for a week, and that we could not go tomorrow to the game.” Oliver continued with puppy eyes. 

You were hearing the whole conversation, hoping Mason would put two and two together, how you were grounding them because they were in fact bullying someone. 

“So you were bullying someone?” he asked them.

“Yea…” Oliver said, looking down at Mason’s lap. 

Mason was pissed, pissed at his boys for behaving like that but also at the fact that you had a conversation with them without him. 

“Go back to your room, I will be up there in a minute to talk to both of you.” Mason said more seriously now. 

Sebastian and Oliver climbed up the stairs and went back to their room shutting the door with their head hanging low. 

“Babe?” Mason called out for you. 

“Kitchen” you responded. 

He entered the kitchen, not giving you a kiss like he usually would, but instead ready to talk about what happened. 

“You already talked with them? Without me?” he asked, you could tell he was upset about it. 

“Yea, I did. I had to, I wanted to know what had happened and why they were doing it.” You said approaching him, ready to hug him.

He backed away a little, making you stop in your tracks. 

“What is this, no football for a week and they can’t go see me tomorrow at the game?” he asked, frowning. 

“Their punishment?” you said it as if it was obvious. 

“And don’t you think that is something we should agree on?” 

“You don’t agree on punishing them?” you asked confused. 

“I agree they should get punished, but not like that babe. Of course, they have to go tomorrow, it’s my first UCL home game.” He said putting down his wash bag on the kitchen counter. 

“I understand Mase but this is the only way they will learn…” you said trying to make him understand. 

“What about no IPad for a week? That seems more reasonable-“

“Mason, they don’t care about their iPad and their toys. They barely use it. They are bullying a kid, do you not see how serious that is? If they are getting grounded, they have to learn after” you said, getting irritated at him questioning your punishment. 

“Of course I know how serious it is, but it’s my game Y/n, it’s important for me” he said trying to make you understand his point. 

“And how else would you ground them? This is the only thing they care about, the only thing they would feel as something harsh. I know you are used to forgiving their actions but this time I’m not letting it slide.” You said turning on your heel ready to go to your shared bedroom.

“I’m not gonna let it slide Y/n, but they are going to the game. I will talk to them-“ 

“Talk to them? That is your punishment? You will talk to them, let them give you the same puppy eyes they give you every time they want something, and you can never say no? And then I always look like the mean parent afterwards because I’m the one that has to put them in check?” you interrupted him. You were annoyed. You always wanted them to be good boys, but without consequences for their actions how could they be? 

“Why are you making it seem as if I don’t ever put my foot down?” he asked angrily.

“Because you don’t Mason, I’m always the one “parenting” them.” You replied. 

“Well, that should say a lot about their behavior in school…” he said, almost whispering it because he knew he would regret it. 

You couldn’t believe he went so low as to blame you for all of this. 

“Excuse me?” 

He didn’t answer anything. The room was silent, and you both were upset with one another. He was upset that you didn’t want to take them tomorrow, and you were upset at him for not putting his foot down and basically blaming you for their behavior. 

“You know what’s funny?” you finally spoke up with tears in your eyes. “They learned this from football.” 

Mason looked at you, regretting even more what he had said. 

“I asked them where they learned this, and they said daddy and football players always fight on the pitch, so they thought it was okay.” 

Mason’s face dropped. “Babe-“he tried to say sorry but you cut him off. 

“I am trying to raise them as gentlemen and the most respectful, kind, humble boys like you were raised too. I’m not doing this to piss them off or to annoy you, I am not taking them tomorrow. If you want them to go to the game then call your brother or your mom and ask them to take them.” With that you finally turned around and headed back to your room. 

— 

Mason was pacing around the kitchen, replaying everything in his head. He had been a douche. He knew you were a good mother. He knew that you always wanted what was best for him and the kids. He felt awful about how the whole thing went down.

Once he gathered his thoughts, he went upstairs to talk to the kids. As much as he wanted them to go to the game, he knew he had to put his foot down at some point. Once he entered the room, the twins were both doing schoolwork.

Mason sat down at the edge of their bed and indicated to them to join him. He was upset, he wanted them to know how upset they had made you and him with their behavior. 

Mason talked to them for a long time, trying to make them understand how what they see football players do, they don’t have to do it. They both cried again after hearing their dad being as upset as mommy was. They both promised Mason they would never do that again and Mason saying he believed them. 

“Does this mean we can go to the game tomorrow?” Oliver asked, rubbing his eyes. 

Mason saw their puppy eyes and their little pouts, he wanted to say, “YES YOU CAN GO.” But he wanted to respect your decision. “No mate, mommy is really upset and if she thinks this is the best punishment then I agree.” 

It would suck for Mase not having you three there. He loved seeing his little team at the box supporting him every weekend. This weekend though, he knew you were right, they didn’t deserve the privilege of being there. 

After their conversation, Mason took them downstairs to eat some dinner. You never went downstairs to eat dinner with them. He knew you were still mad at him. 

“Where is mommy?” Sebastian asked after taking a bite of his sandwich.

“She’s upstairs I think, she was tired.” Mason lied, knowing full well you were probably still upset not wanting to see him. 

“Is she still mad at us?” Oliver asked Mason

“No mate, she is more disappointed. She always wants you guys to be great boys and treat everyone with respect, and you didn’t do that with Matthew.” 

The twins looked upset now, realizing they had disappointed you. 

“I’m sorry Daddy.” Oliver said with teary eyes. 

“I know you are baby.” Mason replied. 

All three of them heard your footsteps, coming down the stairs. Once you entered the kitchen your heart wanted to melt at the sight of your three boys eating dinner together.  

“Hi mommy” Sebastian said hesitantly. 

“Hi my love” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and doing the same with Oliver. 

“Did you like the dish?” you asked Mason, who was eating the dish he had requested in the morning. 

Mason smiled at you replying with a yes, and you didn’t smile back at him, turning around and grabbing leftovers from lunch. You ate in silence, listening to your boys and Mase talk to each other. You were still upset at him, you didn’t want to be, but his comment hurt you. 

“Boys, before you go upstairs, I need to talk to you.” You said before they stood up to go back to their room. 

Mason was curious, so he stayed in his place ready to listen as well. 

“Tomorrow, I will drop you off and the first thing you will do when we get to your class is apologize to Matthew. I already talked to his mom and told her this wouldn’t happen again, and I also told her you two would apologize first thing in the morning.”  You said looking intensely at both, so they understood. 

They both replied with “Yes mommy” and went upstairs to get ready for bed. 

You grabbed their plates and yours to place in the dishwasher. 

Mason came up to you, hugging you from behind. “I’m really sorry about earlier baby” he said, kissing your neck and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

You didn’t say anything, still placing all the utensils in the dishwasher. “Babe please-“ Mason tried to say. 

“Mason I’m tired, I’ve been stressed the whole day about this situation. I really don’t want to have this conversation right now.” You said turning around. 

He respected your decision. He knew he had to give you space and let you have peace for a bit. You lightly kissed his cheek to indicate you appreciated his response. 

---

The whole night was awful. Both of you didn’t cuddle before falling asleep, didn’t talk about each other’s days like you usually do, you just went to bed and completely ignored each other. 

Once you got up, you did your usual morning routine. Get yourself ready, get the boys ready and pack their lunch. The morning went on by as usual, Mason saying goodbye and leaving for Carrington. 

The whole night you were debating whether to take them to the game. It always meant a lot to Mason having you there and you knew that. 

The drop off went well. You made sure the boys apologized to Matthew, and you talked to his mom again apologizing for their behavior. You also told their teacher to call you if it ever happened again. Mrs. Adams assured you she would. 

---

You were back at school hours later to pick them up. You were nervous, you wanted Mrs. Adams to tell you there was no bullying today but what if they hadn’t learn? 

“How did they do today?” you asked Mrs. Adams.

“Oh, darling, they were amazing. They played with Matthew the whole day, do not worry about it anymore.” You felt the relief washing over your body as soon as she said that. 

“Okay that’s good.” You sighed.  

“Yea don’t worry. I think they learned their lesson. I was surprised to know it was them, they have always been good boys, top of their class, very respectful. You are doing a good job momma” Mrs. Adams said to you rubbing your arm. 

“Thank you so much.” You smiled at her.

You took the boys back to the car and helped them get into their car seats. 

The drive home, both were talking about how much fun they had playing with their new friend Matthew and asking if they could take him to a game. 

After giving it a lot of thought, you decided you would take them to the game, and call Matthew’s mom and invite them as well. You knew the twins had learned their lesson and you wanted to do something nice for Matthew and his mom as an “I’m sorry”. 

Once you called her and made sure she was available, you let the boys know and they started squealing. 

“Thank you, mommy!” Sebastian screamed running up to you and hugging you. Oliver, jumping up and down, ran towards you to hug you as well. 

“Okay, okay” you laughed at their excited little bodies. 

“Listen to me, this is no reward for bad behavior, okay? You are still not allowed to watch other games on the telly this week, but we are going to support daddy because he needs us.” They both nodded their heads. 

“And we are also doing this for Matthew okay? I want you to be nice to him, show him around and have a good time yea?” they were both jumping up and down from excitement making your heart melt.

---

You got the boys ready, dressing them with the full united kit Mason had gotten for them and bringing an extra one for Matthew. You met the little boy and his mother at the stadium car park and led them to the box.

The three boys were so excited to see the game and cheer on the team. 

Matthew’s mother had told you thank you a thousand times already, being very grateful at the opportunity given how Matthew is a big Manchester United fan.

Once the players walked on to the pitch, Seb and Oliver started yelling to Mason. He turned his head around and saw his little team in the box, making him smile from ear to ear. 

He was grateful you brought them to the game. He always felt much better and more confident knowing he had you guys there for him. 

The game was amazing, with a last-minute goal winner from Mason. You were so proud of him. It had taken him a while to click with the team and he deserved his goal. The boys were even more excited and ecstatic than before. 

Once the game was done, you all waited for Mason in the players lounge, greeting the other girls and their kids. 

Once you spotted Mason, you told Seb and Oliver, making them jump and run towards him. Mason picked both of them up and hugged them tightly. 

“Did you like that goal?” he asked, smiling at them, both screaming yes. 

“Look daddy, we brought our new friend.” Oliver said, pointing at Matthew. 

Mason placed the twins on the ground, approaching the little boy. “Hello mate, how are you?” he said, hugging him. “Hi, I’m Matthew,” he said, smiling with excitement. “You are his favorite player.” His mom said, making Mason smile.  “Is that so?” Mason asked the boy, “yea..” he replied shyly. 

Mason took pictures with him and his boys to capture the night. He talked to him for a little bit before saying goodbye to Matthew and his mother. Once they left, Oliver and Sebastian started playing with Luke’s son. 

“Hi baby” he said, placing his hands on your neck ready to kiss you. You hadn’t been able to talk to each other since the game ended. 

“Hi babe” you replied smiling and leaning in to kiss him. You kissed him lovingly, not for long since you were in public, but long enough. 

After kissing he hugged you, burying his face on your neck giving you little pecks. You had your arms around his shoulders hugging him tightly. 

“Thank you for bringing them.” You heard him say. “I really appreciate it.”

He pulled away so he could look at you. “And I’m sorry about last night. I was out of line. I got upset because the thought of not having you guys here…I don’t know I need you guys.” Mason told you. 

“I know baby, I know you are sorry.” You said resting your forehead on his. 

“What I do on the pitch, I do it for you guys, no one else.” 

“I know.” You looked up at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

“You have been an amazing parent, okay? I need to learn from you, I don’t know how their little pout and puppy eyes don’t get to you.” He said jokingly, making you giggle. 

“Trust me they do, it’s so hard.” You say shaking your head and laughing. 

“But we are a team, yea? We’ve done a pretty good job with them.”

“Yes, we have.” You lean in again and kiss him, this time for a longer time not caring about the other people in the room.

---

After picking up some Mac Donald’s on the way home from the stadium, you all sat down in the living room to eat and watch a movie together. The boys had created a mini mattress of pillows on the floor and you and mason were curled up on the sofa. 

“Daddy tomorrow uncle Declan plays at 8” Sebastian said suddenly, remembering he had promised Dec to watch his games too. 

“I know, sucks for you mate but you are not watching it remember...?” Mason said, smirking to himself. You wanted to giggle at his response but covered your mouth. 

“But-“ Oliver tried to say but Mason wasn’t having it. 

“No games this week besides mine okay? Let’s keep watching the movie Little monsters.” 

They both gave up and continued watching the movie. 

Mason looked down at you, you were smirking at the fact he finally put his foot down. 

“You're learning” you whispered

“Always, form the best” he whispered back at you, kissing your temple.

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ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ (ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part 3 of a series. you can find part one here and part two here

pairing: gojo x f!reader (not au, gojo is 29, reader is early-mid 20’s), slight nanami x reader (...)

word count: 3.4k

summary: the first two weeks of teaching again go by quickly. you find yourself right smack in the middle of the annual winter festival. gojo took his own date, and so did you. 

warnings: (FOR THIS PART) angst, some self-deprecating stuff, themes of depression, mean gojo, mention of blood, mention of getting eaten (pls don’t ask), cheating???? nickname use [baby, doll (once)], no use of y/n,

a note: this is a repost with an angstier ending, as a lot of angst was voted for (see poll), so here we are, though there is a happy ending. dunno if I'll ever do a part 4.

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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You and Gojo have a routine.

First, you get ready together, fucking in the shower, trying to push him off as you apply mascara as he greedily rubs up against you. You eat breakfast together, both enjoying your matcha (yours, of course, being a latte. Gojo always goes the more traditional route). He drags on the kiss as you exit your apartment, whining when he finally has to let you go.

Second, he stands a few feet away from you on the train as you make your way outside of Tokyo. He never looks at you, his focus on anyone or anything that catches his eye. You watch him, admiring him, wanting him to just look over so he could admire you too. You want Gojo to see you in the way you see him. You want him to finally care, to beg and plead for you, to feel the way you do. You want him to love you.

Third, you walk towards campus, a few feet behind him just in case anyone is watching. You watch as he effortlessly joins Shoko and Akari’s conversation as they walk up the stairs through the tori gate, not glancing back at you even once. You follow behind them, the sounds of their laughter filling your ears. Surrounding you. Swallowing you whole, only to spit you out broken and battered. The snow crunches under your feet, silencing your thoughts — but only for a second. Your thoughts are like wolves, stalking you and waiting to pounce, waiting for you to be vulnerable.

Your routine takes hold of you, and the days blend together as you relive the same painful day over and over. Maybe this is all a punishment for your hubris, karma from the gods for loving him. You watch him live so effortlessly without you, as you sit around hoping he’ll meet your gaze for just a second. The thoughts come, as they always do, and soon you’re surrounded by wolves, bloodied and battered and waiting to be eaten. And then, the wolves disappear into smoke, and you have Gojo for just a brief second before he pushes you back into the wolf’s den. Maybe this time you’ll let the wolves eat you. Your last words would be Gojo’s name before your mouth fills with blood as you get your throat ripped out. You wonder if you would even be on his mind after.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You look up from your desk to see Nobara standing there, smiling, her books in her arms. You zoned out through the entire lesson, students trying to pile out the door behind her. You look at her again and smile. “Yes?”

She smiles, clutching her books a little tighter. “Are you going to the festival tonight?”

Your eyebrows furrow slightly at the mention of the festival. “Yes, I am. Why?”

Nobara shifts on her feet. “Are you going with Gojo-sensei?”

Gods, even his name causes goosebumps to appear on your body. “No, Kugisaki-san. I’m not taking anyone with me.”

Nobara pouts a little. “Oh come on! You guys would be perfect together!” Your eye twitches and your stomach lurches. “It’s his loss, I guess.” She moves away as quickly as she appears, following Megumi out the classroom door.

You hear a snarl, and just like that the wolves are back. They follow you around as you make your way through your day, biting at your ankles. They follow you as you make your way off campus, heading to the train station. You slide your way into the crowd making its way into the station, pushing your way past students and businessmen. You’re trying to make your train, yes, but you’re also escaping the wolves that are chasing you, foaming at the mouth at the idea of tasting you. You fear that if they catch you you might never make it out alive, your body left cold on the floor of the train station, people stepping over you and moving on with their lives, because, in the end, you didn’t matter.

“Excuse me,” You say softly, pushing past a tall man. Your fingers brush over the light tan colouring of his suit as you put your hand on his arm to steady yourself in the crowd. The man mumbles something before he looks over and tilts his head. He says your name so softly you almost don’t hear him. You finally get a look at his face as he towers over you, and your heart beats a little faster. “Nanami?”

You’ve met Kento Nanami before and spoken in brief conversations, even when he’s been an adjunct professor at the school and taught a lesson. You always noticed that he didn’t speak a lot, at least not to you. You appreciated the silence sometimes, a stark difference from Gojo’s constant running mouth, but the times he would simply just ignore you while you helped him plan lessons and prepare demonstrations left a bad feeling in your stomach. In those moments you didn’t just wonder if you were good enough for Gojo, you wondered if you were good enough for anyone. 

He looks deep into your eyes, and the wolves turn to dust. He smiles softly at you, but in your eyes, it looks almost forced. “Hey there. Long time no see. How are you?”

You think this might be the most words he’s ever spoken to you. “I’m doing great. How are you?”

Nanami nods. “Fine, you know how the 7 to 3 life is. Are you still assisting Gojo at the school?”

It’s your turn to nod this time. “Yes. For another year and a half.”

He smiles, and it seems more genuine than the last. “A year and a half of dealing with Gojo… I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone.” You laugh, and it’s the first genuine laugh you’ve had in almost a month.

Instead of catching your usual train home, you opt to sit and chat with Nanami. This is the most extroverted you’ve ever seen him, and this is definitely the most eye contact you’ve ever shared. He leans back on the bench, legs stretched out straight, playing with the end of his tie while he talks to you. 

You had noticed it before, but now you’re certain. Kento Nanami is hot. His voice, his face, his hands, his arms…you’re finding yourself squirming on the bench and trying to calm your nerves as he stares at you, almost forcing you to keep eye contact. 

You stiffen when you hear the next announcement, the realisation hitting that it’s your next train arriving soon. You stand up, gathering your things. “My train is almost here. I’m sorry that we have to cut this conversation short.”

He waves it off. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll just have more to talk about next time.” 

Next time. You feel slight butterflies in your stomach when thinking about your next conversation with him. All you manage to say is, “For sure. I would like that.” You head to your platform, clutching your bag close when Nanami calls your name again, much more confident than before. You turn to face him, the wind from the train approaching whipping through your hair.

He glances down the platform, seemingly nervous. “Are you going to the festival tonight?”

You have to speak a little louder as the train starts to near the station. “Yes, I am.”

Nanami smiles, a look of nervousness still staining his face. “Great. I’m going too. What if we went together?”

The train approaches and you yell over the noise, “I would like that!”

He hears you and smiles, yelling his goodbyes over the train as you enter its doors. You find a seat next to the window, and you wave to each other as the train starts to move. The train pulls out of the station, taking you home, and a smile creeps onto your face as you sink into the seat. Part of you feels guilty, begging you to consider your relationship with Gojo, but the other part of you thinks; what relationship? Plus, you’re going to the festival with Nanami as friends, acquaintances, nothing more. At least, that’s how you view it.

You head home, once again finding yourself vulnerable in the wolf's den. You wonder how it would feel if you let them attack you, how it would feel to be pinned down and scratched and chewed on like a piece of dried octopus. Would Gojo notice you, finally, as you lay dead, your blood leaking out of your shredded throat? Would he turn away, avert his gaze at the sight of his dead lover? Or would he simply stare before stepping over you?

The wolves stalk you as you make your way back to the station, the snow falling softly, sticking to your hair. You feel nervous; nervous about seeing Nanami again, and nervous about seeing Gojo with Himiko. You had almost forgotten her name, but deep down you wish you did. Maybe thinking about her as a faceless, nameless entity would make your throat stop closing up.

You climb your way up the steps of the school, and you start to smile when you see Nanami waiting for you. The sun is setting, casting a beautiful pink glow to him, and in this moment you think he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. The glasses he’s normally wearing are long gone, and he switched out his suit for a black sweater, dark blue slacks, a long brown trenchcoat, and a scarf in the same Rorschach-esque design as his usual tie and sword. 

Your stomach flutters as you approach him. “Hey.”

He stares at you for a second before saying, “Hey.” You stare at each other, admiring one another, and butterflies in your stomach won’t stop flying around, bumping into the walls of your intestines. You don’t know what you’re feeling, and you don’t know if you like it.

You clear your throat, stepping towards the gate. “Let’s head in.” Nanami nods and follows you inside the campus. You walk together through the festival, the air around you almost feeling electric, the campus replacing its usual student occupants with a bustling crowd and food carts. Takoyaki, yakitori, yakisoba, everything just smells so delicious. Maybe the wolves won’t be hungry for you tonight.

You and Nanami wander, your hands occasionally brushing as you chat about work and life, lost in the heat of your conversation. You find a stall finally offering drinks, and you both purchase some green tea before sitting down, your back to the festival. You’re in the middle of one of Nanami’s corporate world stories when his eyes drift behind you and he smiles. “There he is!”

Confused, you look over your shoulder, only to be met with the looming figure of Gojo. He stares down at you and Nanami, his blindfold covering his eyes. Right next to him is, you assume, Himiko, a tall woman, dressed to the nines in what might be real fox fur. She’s beautiful. More beautiful than you. You hear another snarl as the wolves come creeping out of the dark classrooms, towards you. Was this your competition? Your replacement? Did she have his heart already, or did he hide it from her like he did you?

Gojo clears his throat, glancing away before turning his gaze back to you and Nanami. “Here I am.”

Even now, you admire him. He’s so effortlessly beautiful, everything he does causes you to lose your breath. The way the wind pushes his hair back, the way his hoodie sits around his hips…you’re in love with him. As much as you hate it, as much as it destroys you, you love him. You can practically feel the wolf pinning you to the cave floor and ripping your beating heart out of your chest, chewing it, and swallowing it in one bite.

Nanami notices your gaze, too. He notices the way you look at Gojo, the absolute adoration in your eyes. The way your breath hitches, the way your thighs subconsciously squeeze together. The way your cheeks change colour and the way your whole body relaxes. Nanami notices Gojo’s body language, too, almost as if he could see his eyes under the blindfold. He puts it together too quickly, and clears his throat, standing up from the table, trying to hide his disappointment that you were in love with someone else. “I’m gonna get another tea.” He moves through the crowd towards the stall and you go to follow him, brushing past Gojo when he suddenly reaches out and grabs your arm, squeezing it tight.

“We need to talk,” he says.

“No, we don’t,” you respond. He squeezes your arm even tighter, before tugging you along behind him as he walks away from Nanami and Himiko. 

Gojo drags you into his classroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He stares at you, his arms crossed, before finally speaking, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You’re confused, and your eyebrows furrow slightly. “Trying to enjoy my time at the festival.”

Gojo’s voice is laced with poisonous anger, and you’re almost afraid to breathe it in. “With Nanami?”

You swallow. “He asked me to come with him.”

Gojo's shoulders relax for a second before tensing up again. “You’re on a date? With Nanami?”

Your face turns red. “This isn’t a date.”

“Yes, it is,” Gojo says firmly. “He asked you on a date. And you agreed.”

You find yourself starting to get angry. “So what if it is a date?”

His jaw clenches. “Excuse me?”

You take a step back. “So what if it is a date, Gojo? You’re on one too, in case you forgot.”

Gojo laughs. “You mean Himiko? This isn’t a date. I’m just doing a favour for Shoko, I’m trying to help her friend get settled into the city. You shouldn’t be mad at me for --”

You interrupt him. “Cut the shit. You’re on a date with a girl who isn’t me.”

“It isn’t a date,” Gojo says.

You feel yourself getting angrier and angrier. “That’s what it looks like.”

“It doesn’t matter what it looks like,” Gojo says. “It isn’t the truth. If you would just let me explain-”

“Explain what?” You snap, the anger threatening to break the surface. “How do you agree to go on a date with another woman?”

There’s a pause before he says, “Don’t interrupt me again, doll. Remember who’s in charge here.”

Your fists clench. “God, can I fucking talk? Sat—Gojo, you have to understand how it makes me feel.”

You fucked up. You know you shouldn’t call him that, that forbidden name, but it just slipped out. Your words die in your throat, and your anger starts to dissolve into anxiety. You don’t know much about Geto, but you do know that Gojo’s first name is reserved for him, and you broke Gojo’s only rule. 

He doesn’t say anything, but you can physically feel the shift in the air. A cold shiver runs down your spine. The mask across his eyes doesn’t help, his emotions unreadable. 

“Gojo, I’m sorry,” You say. You approach him gently. “I’m sorry.”

You feel yourself getting more and more anxious as he just stands there. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t speak. He just stands there, looking down at you from his imposing height. You can only sit helplessly as he tosses you back into the wolf's den, and you can’t run away as they start tearing at you. You wonder if he’ll keep your head, mouth open and cold and blue, on display on a mantle on his wall, a message to all that watch to never love him.

It feels like an eternity before he speaks. “I trusted you."

Your bottom lip trembles. "You still can. It was an accident--"

"It doesn't matter if it was an accident or not," Gojo says, looking down at the ground. "You know not to call me that. Don't act like you can replace him."

A few tears fall down your face. "No...I know I can't, Gojo, I know I can't replace him. But I swear it was an accident."

"It doesn't matter," Gojo says after a beat. "What matters is you’re mine, and you're on a date with Nanami."

"It's not a date, Gojo," You say. "He and I are just friends."

"You would only be here with him if you had feelings for him," Gojo says.

You start to cry now. "I have feelings for you, Gojo. Not Nanami."

That makes him pause. "I know you do."

"Then why are you here with Himiko?" You ask, starting to feel angry again. "Why aren't you here with me?"

“Himiko means nothing to me.” Gojo says. "You know we couldn't go to the festival together. It would be suspi--"

"Suspicious, yes, I got it." You snap. "You didn't have to go with her. You could've turned down Shoko's offer."

"And what would I look like then?" Gojo asks. "I would look like a bad friend and a bad coworker. I have a reputation to uphold."

"Why does your reputation matter more than me?" You ask, your voice becoming louder.

"Because it's all I have!" Gojo says, his voice matching yours. "I'm Satoru Gojo, I'm the strongest! I can't have any baggage, I can't have anyone be important to me. That's how I become weak, and that's how I lose everything. Including you."

"Why do you treat me like this?” you ask, angry tears running down your cheeks. “Why do you always put me second? Why do you always make me feel so unwanted? Am I not good enough for you? Am I not what you want? Am I not what you need?”

He pauses and remains silent for a long time. He takes a deep breath, his voice stern once again. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You are good enough for me, you’re too good for me. You’re the most beautiful, caring person that I’ve ever met. I treat you like garbage, and yet you always come back to me. I’m mean to you, and you accept it with a smile on your face. But you have to understand that this is more important to me. It's more important than you…if I appear weak, I fail. If I fail, I lose everything and everyone." He gets close to you, grabbing your face. "I already lost someone important to me. I can't lose you too."

"Do you care about me?" You ask softly.

He nods. "Of course I do."

You swallow hard, nervous to ask your next question. "Do you love me?"

He hesitates.

In that moment, even without him speaking, you know your answer. You go to say something else but he interrupts. "I can. Eventually. One day. I just can't love you right now."

"When is eventually?" You ask.

He shakes his head. "I don't know. I care about you, you know that. You know that I love our time together, and I look forward to every single second I get to spend with you. I just can't love you right now, not in the way that you want me to. The way that you need me to."

"Will you ever love me?" You ask.

He doesn't hesitate when he answers, "Yes."

You close your eyes, sighing. "When?"

He strokes your cheekbones. "Soon."

"How close is soon?"

"Close enough."

You pause. You feel the presence of the wolves again, biting on your ankles, threatening to drag you down into the depths of the den and tear you limb from limb. Would they chew on your bones after? Would it be quick, painless? Or would you survive for just long enough to watch them eat you?

Gojo calms the wolves, but only for so long. He’s a protective light as you hide in the walls of the den, stepping over the corpses of those before you. He’s the one, he’s all you’ve ever wanted, and you think you’ll regret this.

You nod, accepting his answer.

He pulls you close and hugs you. He kisses the top of your head and takes a deep breath before saying, “Have I ever told you about Geto?” You shake your head, you know next to nothing about the man. Gojo never told you, and you never asked. He strokes your hair and sighs. “Do you want to hear about him?” 

You nod, and Gojo tells you.

He tells you all about Geto — Suguru, as he calls him. You’ve never heard him speak so softly. He recounts his memories, smiling and even laughing at some parts. You listen to every word, and you don’t speak. You can tell, just from his words, that Gojo loved him, but you can also tell that he will always love Geto more than he loves you.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧

part four is here

★taglist: @heijihattorisgf, @strxxberries, @sadmonke, @mo0nforme, @whereflowerswenttodie, @mwtsxri, @tuliptoot, @certainduckanchor, @softhrted (italics mean i couldn't tag you)

#keikiwrites #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #f!reader #angst #jjk angst #gojo angst #✿: gojo!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

om gosh just- alister getting into some trouble with some mean people but then, out of no where- a odd looking & powerful Zoroark (Hisuian) comes out to protect them! and they're badass! they got one eye damaged, their body is littered in scars and maybe a arm is missing? they been through some tough stuff but they see Allister as one of their children. and surely, allister has them on their team now? also, what would the other gym leaders think of his new pal?

"How does a kid like him get a gym leader position?"

"It should've been me, I have way better ghost types!"

"And he's always wearing that creepy mask. What's he hiding from us?"

Allister could feel his heart hammering in his chest every minute he was out in public. All he wanted to do was take a quiet walk through the Slumbering Weald and not draw too much attention to himself.

He really didn't want to be seen by anyone right now.

It's already been a bad enough day for him; the last thing he needed were cameras and phones being shoved into his face--he's gotten enough of that during today's interview.

He was asked how he felt about Victor/Gloria defeating him in the championship tournament, and he didn't have a solid answer. He only found himself getting upset over the whole thing again.

Even though Leon always told him to take his defeats in stride..it was still hard.

So he cut the interview short and ran away, making it clear he wanted to be alone without the company of bodyguards.

Why would he need them when he had Pokémon like Gengar? They're the only ones who really understood him. They never gave him weird looks for talking to the dead.

Yet he suddenly began to second-guess his decision, considering he now had no shelter from the comments of passerbys.

They doubted him all because he was the youngest of the gym leaders and wasn't as confident as the rest of them..and it wasn't right. They didn't know him like the others did.

He worked so hard to get to where he is now....not to be heckled and ridiculed for just being a kid.

Luckily, the Slumbering Weald was rather quiet at this hour-

"Use Thief!"

A flash of black and orange suddenly dashed in front of Allister, causing him to help as he stumbled forwards and collapsed to his knees, scraping them hard into the stone. The shock of the surprise attack led to his mask falling off and clattering to the ground.

Before he could reach for it, a Thievul snatched it up in its jaws, darting back to someone who was whistling for it.

He looked up, a hand over his face as he stared at the duo who attacked him: a teenaged trainer boring a smug grin, and their dark type by their side, holding his mask hostage.

And they weren't alone, as another trainer showed up with their Obstagoon, who took the mask from Thievul and wore it on its own face as mockery, laughing.

"You better give that back!" He cried out, horrified and angry. "Y-You two don't know..who you're messing with.."

"I think we already know." The Thievul's trainer sneered cruelly. "You're just a weak little kid. Did you know that you're the most unpopular gym leader in this week's poll?" They waved around their rotomphone

"..I-I don't care about popularity.."

"Pssh. That's a bloody lie if I've ever heard one." Obstagoon's trainer huffed. "Ya really showed your fans how selfish you actually are. Ya wouldn't stick around for autographs and just ran off...how do ya think Leon and the rest of 'em will feel when they hear about that?"

"Stop it..please." Allister begged, his hand grasping Gengar's dusk ball in preparation.

"I doubt they'd want someone like you representin' the-"

"VUL!!"

Out of nowhere, a blast of dark purplish energy careened into Theivul, causing it to slam into the nearest tree and flop to the ground like a ragdoll. Its trainer looked bewildered, confused as to where that shot came from.

Then a blur of white appeared and snatched the mask straight out of Obstagoon's hands, much to its shock as it looked all around...unable to see who it was.

But soon they all heard a spine-chilling howl, spinning their heads to find out that the source was you.

A white Zoroark standing in the fog.

Yet while you certainly looked like one, your hair was drastically different compared to the usual tied-back look of normal Zoroarks. Instead, it appeared as long shaggy wisps with red streaks waving all over the place and covering one of your eyes.

Not only that, but your whole body looked as though it's been through the toughest of battles: scars littered your torso, some patches of fur were entirely missing, and--to Allister's shock and sadness--you only had one arm. The other was nothing more than a stump.

Even so, you weren't backing down as you stalked towards him, the bullies, and their Pokémon, teeth gnashed in anticipation.

Thievul and Obstagoon both took up protective stances, ready to attack on their trainers' commands.

Except..

No commands were uttered for a few long moments, and they looked back to see the sheer horror plastered on each of the humans' faces.

"I-It's...a...a....IT'S A ZOMBIE!!!" Thievul's trainer shrieked, forcing their fox partner back into its ball. "So the rumors are true..y-you really CAN summon the dead!!"

"...huh..?" Allister blinked in immense confusion.

He didn't summon you..

"W-We were just kiddin'. You're great!! You're worthy of wearin' that ghost badge!!" The other stammered, recalling Obstagoon. "We won't bother ya..e-ever again...just...."

They took one look at you, and as you growled lowly, the two trainers screamed and ran away.

"WAAAAAAHHH!!!!"

"DON'T EAT OUR BRAINS!!!"

After their voices faded and Allister watched them disappear for good, he looked back up at you in wonder. No longer was he covering his face, so you could see his eyes practically sparkling.

"They were wrong." He whispered. "You're no zombie. You're...the Hisuian Zoroark I've read about."

Of course you were. He's heard about this variant from what he believed were just myths of the Hisui region that existed long before Sinnoh. From what he knew about them, and judging by your current appearance...the agony you suffered in life was also reflected in your death.

Had he not been a ghost trainer with such a unique connection to the type, he would've thought you were a zombie, too.

As your gaze pierced through his soul, he remained on the ground, feeling as though he got hit by a frozen status effect. He didn't dare to move, knowing that a Hisuian Zoroark's anger was not to be trifled with.

Perhaps you saw him as just another human to take your rage out on.

For you likely held the same grudge as all the others of your kind...

One that was bitter, eternal, and cold as the frost that took your life after you've spent all your energy and hatred in battle; your scars and lost arm were simply the products of you flinging yourself into vicious fights with humans and Pokémon alike--no self-preservation instincts to be found.

Allister had no clue what you were thinking, but as you suddenly crouched down in front of him, he flinched back, arms shielding his face in fear of what you might do.

"Zo...."

"..wh-what..?" Uncovering his face, he was stunned to see something familiar in your grasp being handed over to him:

His own mask.

Of course. He forgot you swiped it from that mean Obstagoon earlier.

Yet he didn't take it back right away, instead looking up at you and seeing nothing but warmth in your eyes. He noticed the one covered by your hair was blind, given the milky look and the deep scar that went through it.

Despite seeing how you've suffered countless hardships, likely endured an agonizing death, and came back out of pure spite and hatred for humans...

You reached deep into your cold, dead heart and rediscovered strength and kindness--both of which you used to protect this young ghost trainer when he needed it most.

You knew he wasn't like those who exiled you.

No.

He was a friend.

He reminded you of all your children back at home: the Zoruas who followed you in life, death, and the after..fearful of what they've become, but feeling safe when you were around.

You couldn't reach them anymore, yet you wanted to protect someone. Anyone.

And you found Allister.

A small sniffle and whimper snapped you out of your thoughts, noticing the tears rolling down the young boy's face. You frowned a little, looking down at the mask.

Was this not his?

"D-Don't worry, I'm....so happy, Z-Zoroark..thank you.." He whispered shakily, smiling as he took it back, putting it on to hide the rest of his tears. "I..d-don't know how you got here, but you saved me. You put those bullies in their place. Nobody takes me seriously as a ghost type gym leader..much less a trainer..but you do, don't you?"

"Ark-ark.." Nodding, your gaze went to the dusk ball clipped to his belt, and you tapped on it with a rugged claw.

At first, he flinched at the sudden motion, before realizing you just wanted to see the pokeball. "Oh, this? I-It's a dusk ball..a version of a pokeball that helps me catch Pokémon at night. Or in caves.." He showed it to you, allowing you to sniff it curiously-

Only to accidentally boop your nose against the button, causing it to open and capture you.

At first Allister panicked, dropping the dusk ball to the ground as he watched it shake several times, scared out of his mind.

A million thoughts were running through his head right now:

Was it going to break?

Were you going to be angry?

Did you want to be captured?

What if-

*click*

'Huh...?' Bewildered, he looked down to see that the accidental catch was successful. And he picked up the dusk ball, opening it and letting you back out, expecting you to be enraged.

Yet..you seemed content.

You looked surprised, sure, but you soon smiled upon seeing him and nodded your head.

Indeed, you wished to become his partner Pokémon.

"O-Okay..I guess you're coming with me from now on." Allister quietly laughed, brimming with joy on the inside. "But first you should meet Gengar. I think..you two will get along well."

"Zor...ark, ark!"

#sorry i tried writing the gym leaders into this but it just wasnt working bc i kept adding and deleting stuff so i had to omit them </3 #but id say they would be thrilled that allister found himself a unique pokemon who acts like a parent #clanask #pokemon x reader #pokemon swsh x reader #pokemon sword x reader #pokemon shield x reader #pokemon allister #hisuian zoroark #pokemon reader

[cleolinda]

Tumblr cannot replace Twitter, or Reddit, or Instagram, or Pinterest, or vice versa. I’m not saying it can. All these sites have their own functionalities and subcultures and mores. I miss Twitter. I’ve been missing Twitter since 2015, when the tone of the whole site started going to shit.

If you are moving to any platform, it is very appreciated to just hang out for a while and observe how people do things. You can go against the culture, but you’ll be consciously choosing to do things differently.

I’ve never watched one single second of Supernatural in my entire life. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like Supernatural. We get our news from the Destiel meme. That’s just how it is.

Yeah, when I posted about welcoming people from Reddit and Twitter, I was thinking in very naive and (help me, I can’t think of the word. Not provincial. “Relating to only that which is right in front of your face”) ways about redditors I had seen arrive from Tumblr-friendly subreddits, and Twitter users I personally interact with (because who else would see me tweeting about it). Dear God, no, I don’t want most of Reddit or Twitter coming over here. My apologies for saying otherwise.

Just before Reddit imploded, I had seen people here worrying that Tumblr really was dying and was so much quieter than it used to be, so an influx of the kind of people who would want to come to Tumblr seemed like a good thing.

When I said Tumblr has been less stressful for me, I completely forgot about the time I ended up with thousands of people yelling “kill yourself” about movie theater trash on a poll I made on a whim, for a solid week. Y’all, why do you keep doing that to each other, come on.

Still less stressful than Twitter, where potentially the whole planet (hyperbole) (maybe) could see anything you fucked up about if your fuckup went viral. Also, [gestures at everything]

I feel bad that I left Tumblr (as in, I made only a few reblogs a year) for a long while, but in my defense, it wasn’t because of the porn ban, and I wasn’t on Twitter much either. I had spinal surgery and covid and just Could Not for a few years. But I did, I admit, see that Muskrat was officially taking control of Twitter last year, and I jumped back on both sites in a panic to make sure I stayed in touch with people. So I did kind of leave and come back. I’d kept up with most of the memes, at least.

I feel like I earn my keep by reblogging a lot. Reblogging stuff, especially artists who post here, goes a long way.

#odds and ends #the happenings #long post

[gay4harm]

Pick a side l part 4

Pairing: Shuriri x reader

Warning: A tad bit of angst, Shuri is lowkey a bit toxic she need a therapist, fluff and das it I think...

A/N: So I made a poll to see which one I would post first but I literally couldn't help but to write this. I literally wrote it in a day which is something I've never done. Anywaysss let's get into this fic. Also this is not well proofread so ignore any mistakes.

Taglist: @s0lam33y, @tishlvr, @belli-3, @jordisblogg, @callmewifey,

interact with this post to be added :)

Shuri didn't have any words.

The only thing she could comprehend were the thoughts coursing through her mind.

Lets take a minute to recap everything that has happened.

Shuri and Riri saw you at a party and made a bet to see who could have sex with you first, they would have two weeks to complete this task.

Riri was close on the first night said bet was made until Shuri interrupted.

You and Riri had became very close in the first week while Shuri had a few chances and fucked up on every single one.

And more recently Shuri had just now found out that you and Riri have not had sex yet despite the many chances that it could have happened.

Not only have the two of you not have sex yet but Shuri had just found out that Riri is the reason why.

Now Shuri knew that she shouldn't necessarily be mad but she was.

Why?

No one knows, not even her.

Maybe instead of being mad at Riri she was mad at herself.

Maybe she had taken in consideration of what you were saying; that the real reason you hadn't given her a real chance was because of her earlier action of acting out.

Because maybe it was true, Shuri had found the women and drinks and constant partying a way to cope, it was unhealthy but it worked for her, even if it sometimes made her feel worse about herself.

She knew her entire family would be disappointed, but did that matter? No

She knew the way Riri felt about it but instead of stopping or talking about it she pushed Riri away and to be completely honest her and Riri weren't in a good spot. And it was because of her.

She hated that she was making one of the only people she had drift away.

She hated the way Riri would look at her sometimes, like she was a completely different person.

Over all that guilt she felt was still the whole situation with you and Riri, so instead of holding accountability she went to Riri's apartment that she would spend her days at when the party life was too much.

She went there and planned on confronting Riri. Which was strange since she had no real reason to.

She knocked once, then twice and as she was about to knock the third time the door swung open revealing Riri in one of Shuri's oversized shirts and a pair of shorts that clung to her athletic looking legs. If Shuri wasn't so upset she might have fucked Riri right then and there.

"Hey wassup?" Riri saw Shuri's distorted face as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. She had just woke up from a quick cat nap when she had heard the door.

"We need to talk" Shuri replied as she pushed pass Riri.

"About?" Riri was concerned which wasn't a uncommon feeling she felt whenever Shuri came around.

"When was the last time you saw Y/N?"

"Last night. Why?"

Riri had remembered the night well. She and you were hanging out in your room when you had decided to get a little too touchy which ended up with you on top of Riri as you two basically ate each others faces off. Riri had stopped it once you had begun to take your top off leaving you shirtless and her back in her dorm sustaining yet another orgasm.

Riri didn't want to end what you two had and she knew that if she slept with you then all of this would be over and she and Shuri would go on to some other broad that wanted their attention. She knew Shuri wouldn't want to settle down and add a third to their relationship, they had talked about it but it seemed like Shuri was really picky when it came to them weighting out option for a person to date.

She said she just wanted to chill and have fun but her version of fun was having sex with people then leaving right after.

Shuri spoke again as she sat on Riri's couch.

"What'd you guys do?"

Shuri seemed calm which honestly spooked Riri a bit.

"We just hung out. Why are you asking? Are you ok? Riri was once again concerned, she didn't understand why Shuri was so interested.

"I'm asking because I just had a very interesting conversation with Y/N- about how you and her haven't sleep with each other yet"

"So what? You have your way of doing things and I have mine. Is it so wrong that I maybe want to get to know her before we have sex?"

"I'm not saying its wrong but why are you doing it? I mean you never usually do"

"There's no reason I just- I like talking to her" Riri was getting a bit frustrated as she took a pause in her sentence to take a deep breath.

Why was Shuri so interested?

What did you tell her?

"What do you mean you like talking to her?" Now Shuri was getting frustrated.

What was Riri trying to say?

What, that she liked you?

"I'm just saying there's a lot more to her than how she looks. She has actual dreams and shit, she's a sweet girl with real feeling and I don't want to hurt her."

"So- so what, do you have feeling for her?" Shuri stood up as she spoke making Riri take a step back.

"If I did then what? You gonna do something?"

Riri didn't know why she was so nervous, she didn't know why she thought Shuri was going to do something. After Shuri's family passes she had to tendency to have random outburst, she had never hurt Riri or threatened her but Shuri was the type to break a thing or two.

"What no- of course not, I just- I'm just trying to figure out what your saying. I mean truthfully Riri do you have feeling for her?"

Riri paused. She didn't know what to say, all she could do was think about Shuri's question.

Did she have real feelings for you?

Could she imagine herself and Shuri in a relationship with you?

There was only one answer to all those questions

"Yes"

This week was going to be stressful for you. It was the week before the production of Heather: The musical, would go on at your school.

High school theater was one thing but college theater was another.

In high school no one really take you serious, your just kids with dreams

But in college you were young adults that really needed to prove yourselves. You couldn't make yourself look like a fool and you weren't.

As the week went by which was hellishly fast, you got more and more anxious.

For anyone wondering about the whole Shuri and Riri situation, there wasn't one. You hadn't talked to Shuri since the day she had walked you to rehearsals and you had been talking to Riri on occasion when you weren't busy which was mostly all the time.

In two more days you would have to be front on stage singing and dancing, doing something you loved. You had no reason to be nervous.

But you were, so nervous that you couldn't sleep.

You tried everything. Tea, melatonin and even a few ASMR videos. Nothing.

So your next best bet was to do one of the things you loved most.

You got up, put on a comfortable outfit that was decent enough just in case someone saw you. You also packed a bag with just a few snack incase you got hungry and your favorite book of poems with a flashlight to add.

As you walked out and closed your door you were met face to face with a clearly tired Shuri Udaka.

You two stared at each other for a beat until you speak up

"Um- hi"

"Uh hi... Its pretty late, huh?"

"Yeah I couldn't sleep. I'm guessing its the same with you"

"Yeah I have these- you know really bad nightmares"

Things seemed really.... awkward

Rightfully so

You two hadn't really went well last time you had saw each other.

Shuri wanted to apologize

And so did you

"Uh where are you headed?" Shuri asked sheepishly as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"Uh I was just going for a drive"

"You can join me if you want"

Shuri looked up, looked in your eyes and all she saw was compassion.

You two had walked to your car, a black Audi your father had gotten for you, and got in, you put on your 'Chill playlist' and as you guys rode the streets of Boston, Frank Ocean, Solange, The internet and many more played throughout the car.

After about a half hour, you stopped and pulled into what seemed to be a park.

After you turned off the ignition you turned towards Shuri with a smirk on your face.

"You ready?"

Shuri wasn't sure what you were talking about but it got her a bit excited.

"For what?"

"Have you ever been stargazing?"

Without giving Shuri a chance to answer you got out the car, went to the backseat and grabbed a big blanket that Shuri hadn't noticed was there.

"Come on, get out the car." Shuri obeyed as you also grabbed your backpack and began to walk.

Shuri followed you into the forest of trees, you turned on your flashlight and ventured into what seemed to be the unknown.

There were a few paths, you had followed none of them, Shuri had hoped you knew what you were doing but for right now she wanted to trust you.

You had finally stopped at a open spot that seem to be the only place without trees. You placed down your blanket and sat while looking up at the sky.

Shuri just stood awkwardly until you had motioned for her to sit down.

"This is one of my favorite things to do- sit and just look at the stars. I've always wanted to go up into space and touch one- that was until I found out that they're literally hot balls of gas."

Shuri let a small chuckle fall from her lips and you followed suite.

You had learned quickly that Shuri's smile was contagious.

For a moment there was absolute silence, a few crickets here and there but besides that nothing but you and Shuri looking up into the night sky.

"Do you do this often?"

Shuri had finally broke it, the comfortable that went through the air.

"Yeah actually, whenever life becomes too much for me, which is sadly often. I just get so stresses all the time and I have problems sleeping as well but being out here helps."

Shuri shakes her head as a way of showing she understood. Life could be a lot sometimes, she really understood that.

"Oh wait look, do you see that?" You pointed up at a bunch of stars that sat together beautifully.

"That's Cygnus and Deneb, and that one right there is Vega and Lyra and that one looks like Draco and that one..."

Shuri listened to you list all the constellation een the ones you guys couldn't see.

After you got tired of doing that you reached into your bag and pulled out a book.

"What's that?"

"Well this is my favorite book of poems." It has all the best."

"Oh well why don't you read me some."

"Ok..."

You look down and open your book, flipping through it to find the perfect poem. You cleared your throat as you began to read.

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death."

“How Do I Love Thee,” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning"

Shuri didn't speak, neither did you. All either of you could do was stare, stare in each others eyes, letting them do all the talking.

It wasn't until you broke eyes contact to look down at your book once again.

Until Shuri had grabbed a hold of your chin, lifting your head up with one finger.

You two move slowly as you get closer and closer to each other.

But before your lips connected you rang out Shuri's name in a faint whisper that she could barely hear.

"Shuri- I- I can't, I'm sorry I just can't"

Shuri looks up at you with her dark brown eyes, almost being like your kryptonite.

But you pulled away before you could lose yourself.

Shuri wasn't mad or did she feel offended. She respected your decision and wouldn't come back to it unless you wanted to.

You look back up at the sky, Shuri doing the same, and you saw the full moon in all her glory, gleaming, shining a big light on the both of you. You couldn't help but to speak up.

"Its beautiful, isn't it?" You were referring to the moon.

"Yeah she is" Shuri was referring to you.

As you rested your head on Shuri's shoulder she saw what Riri had saw in you. This quirky, charismatic, thespian with big dreams. Someone that didn't care about what people thought. Someone who was warm and gentle and had a bright light deep inside them that could never be dimmed. You were by definition the most unique person that Shuri had ever met.

She could see why Riri didn't want to let you go.

Ok she's donee.

I literally could not get this out of my head and was so excited to write it and I'm glad I did.

As always let me know how y'all felt about this one cause I love hearing from you guys❤

#riri wiliams x reader #riri williams #riri x reader #riri x black fem reader #riri x you #shuri udaku #shuri fic #shuri x reader #shuri x riri #shuriri #shuriri x reader #shuri udaku x reader

[djarins-cyare]

WIP Wednesday!

✨Featuring: a taste of smut and a poll✨

Tagged by @beskarandblasters today (thanks Kel!) and @burntheedges literally like 4 weeks ago but I’ve been working 80-hour weeks and am really behind with interactions (so thanks Kate and sorry this is late!) 💙

They’re slightly different templates, so I’ll use the one with more detail and a poll because that’s always fun…

STEP ONE: post snippets of the fics you’re working on (can be a summary if there’s no snippet) STEP TWO: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

There’s some NSFW content, so under the cut if you please…

As usual, I’ve given you far more than is strictly necessary, but you can’t shut me up, so here you go…

1. From To See A Thousand Things (guns n’ angst – the winner of my last WIP poll):

“What was that word you just said? Did you call me something rude?” “Kaan’goran. It means ‘weaponsmith’ in Mando’a. I don’t know your name and that’s what you are.” Oh. He says it matter-of-factly, but you’re strangely disappointed somehow. Maybe it’s time you introduced yourself to the man you’ve been anonymously fucking for over a year. This is a night of firsts, after all. “Well, you can call me—” “Don’t,” he insists, surprising you. Your face instantly falls, wondering why the hell that’s the arbitrary line he’s drawing in the sand tonight. But he sees your dejection and sighs, offering an explanation. “In my culture, names aren’t used flippantly. They’re titles, and they’re used as such: a full name to denote one’s clan when necessary, but otherwise rarely spoken. Those individuals who have a job of high standing are referred to by their professional titles – jobs that provide for the whole tribe rather than just their individual clan. To a Mandalorian, a weaponsmith is a noble profession. You forge the implements we defend ourselves with.” Okay, that’s… weirdly sweet. Oh… no. Oh hell no. Fuck off warm fuzzy feeling that’s rising in your belly. This will not do! You furrow your brow, confused and slightly annoyed about… well, basically everything, from his intentions to your emotions. Time to clarify. “You’re... complimenting me?” “I’m… respecting you,” he counters carefully. You can’t help the small snort of amusement that makes its way unbidden through your nose at that. This is definitely a night of firsts.

2. From an unnamed lengthy oneshot (starts a little angsty but builds to fluff and a helmet reveal):

“Din?” you try. His helmet jerks slightly at his name, but he doesn’t look. You deserve more, so you demand more. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.” He shifts uncomfortably and shakes his helmet a little. Was that a response? A refusal to talk? Try being more direct. “Hey. That’s not fair. You don’t get to touch me like that and then pull away without saying why.” “That’s the problem,” he responds, voice like steel. “I know it’s not fair. I shouldn’t have touched you like that.” There’s something bitter in his tone, and it poisons the air between you. But you still don’t understand, and the ache in your chest festers higher. “I wasn’t complaining,” you try. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you to do that?” For some reason, your hesitancy about crossing this line with him has vanished. You think he erased it when he groped your ass just now. “Yes, I know,” he snaps loudly, suddenly sounding angrier than you’ve ever heard him. “Do you know why it can’t happen?” You shake your head, too surprised at his sudden fierceness to respond verbally. Actually, you have some idea (a lot of ideas), but you’d rather hear his explanation. But you don’t get an explanation. You get a dismissal. “Then you don’t know me very well at all.” And with those acidic, modulated words, he turns his back on you and marches into the canyon.

3. From Final Sanctuary (interestingly, this was the second-lowest rated in my last WIP poll, so I’m giving you a whole little smutty section to see if that’s still the case):

He takes several bites before he remembers she wants his opinion, and he swallows and resets the helmet, glancing up at her. She’s watching him, chewing slowly with what he can only describe as a smug smile on her lips. “Good, huh?” she prompts, punctuating her question with another bite. He’s about to respond when her bite causes a bit of the white dip to ooze out of the bread and smear across the corner of her mouth. Dank farrik, his brain instantly leaps into motion and flashes a full and detailed sexual fantasy before his eyes in a matter of milliseconds. …his hard cock between her warm lips, pressing deeper into her mouth as she moans and sucks his length… She clearly feels the rogue smear of dip, but with both hands clutching the bread, she utilises her tongue to recapture it, a wanton pink delight darting out of the corner of her mouth and Din swells in his pants. …she licks and flutters around his cockhead, massaging the sensitive spot underneath and undulating it along the bottom as she sinks lower again… But the viscous white liquid has dripped farther than her tongue can reach, leaving a smear a little way down from the corner of her mouth, and he intently focuses on it. …the perfect confluence of pressure and suction brings him right to the edge of ecstasy, and he orgasms hard, filling her mouth with so much cum that it leaks and spills down her chin… Before he’s even aware he’s doing it, Din is reaching for her. He sees his hand extend across the crate between them, but he can’t stop it. She’s hunched low to reach the food, and the crate is small, so he doesn’t have to learn far, and although her eyes widen in surprise, she doesn’t flinch or pull away. His thumb only hesitates for a second before wiping up the dip, but it hovers there for longer afterwards, coated in white and unsure how to proceed. …she swallows his cum, and he wipes up what spilled out, pressing his thumb into her mouth so she doesn’t miss a drop, and her tongue eagerly licks it up… Just as he makes the rational decision to withdraw his hand, she turns her head, aligning her lips with his thumb, and a rush shoots through him… but he’s already in motion, retreating back to his side of the crate. It’s too late. Would she have done it? Licked his thumb? Dank farrik, he’s so hard over the possibility. Thankfully, he’s pretty sure that between his loose pants and the cross-legged position he’s in, nothing’s on display, plus he’s sitting close to the crate anyhow. Neither of them has spoken yet, although he’s not sure if his voice works right now. Still, he has to answer her question about the meal, so he rasps out the only word that comes to mind. “Delicious.”

I have several others, but these are the fullest, although they’re incomplete and unedited.

Feel free to send me an ask or leave a comment if you want to discuss these any further!

A few NP tags: @ceapa-mica @penvisions @papurgaatika @for-a-longlongtime @draculasfavoritewife @whxtedreams @alltheotps

I'll just get comfy and wait for the poll results...

#wip wednesday #wip poll #star wars #the mandalorian #pedro pascal #din djarin #din djarin x reader #mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandolarian #mando #din djarin smut #mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #din djarin x you #the mandolorian #pedro pascal characters #din dijarin x reader #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian smut

[yxstxrdrxxm]

And that... Is the end of Flawed.

Or the one I hosted for my silly event here anyway.

[ TL;DR under read more: The lack of interest and stress I got from irl matters led me to drop the event and ending it early, but! I have a blog made for the sake of continuing/restarting the event.

Please vote on the poll if you want it to be catered to the reader or stick to Yesterday, and be unbiased, too. Vote what you want, and I'll try and make it happen.]

CONTEXT UTC:

So, I know you guys have a lot of questions, and I can't blame you. I know the biggest one in your mind right now, which is:

Why did I end Flawed early?

The reason why I ended Flawed was actually multiple. Please keep in mind that these are for my observations, and overall I'm not blaming anyone for this. I just noticed it and thought I should bring it up lol.

1. Writing for days burnt me out.

Although Flawed is a passion story/project of mine, writing so much burnt me out. And by a lot. There were days I struggled to think of writing because I have other commitments to do, and sometimes its why polls came out super late or super early. I tried to compensate for it by posting 1 poll a day, but when it didn't work, I pushed myself to make more for 1 day.

I wanted so badly for the whole event to flow like a CYOA because by next month (April), I won't be free to host this as I used to with OLC. However, in that process, I burnt myself out to the point I needed to take longer breaks/forget this event.

It sucks. I would not recommend doing this if you think you want to (because it is NOT worth it).

2. Interactions were... Lacking.

This event is interaction heavy, and the reason why is because you guys control the story that Yesterday and others are in. Naturally, this also affects the characters and how I shape Flawed from start to finish. I have a plot line for it, of course, but the interactions were... Not there.

I noticed the usual ones from my mutuals, sure, but there were moments that I felt like I was simply posting to no one. It was unfortunate during the time with Diluc, where I had hoped that some of you would go, but due to complications (ahem, the votes weren't able to decide on going when the deadline was up), I had to write how it's supposed to go with some... Changes.

It also made me feel sad to see that there weren't much (if at all) interactions to Yesterday. Tinuvion received a fair bit, which is nice because he's a little shit (please bully him lol), but Yesterday after the first week and a half just... Didn't get any. At least, in my records.

I'm not saying this to guilt you guys to interact more, but I am saying this because it feels sad for me to see that unlike OLC, this... Flopped. I had a lot of responses + moments planned if it took off that much, but... Oh well. There's always that one story that won't hit for everyone.

And finally:

3. Maybe you guys wanted it to be catered to you, not to an OC.

I had a feeling that, from the start, Flawed may not take off.

Unlike One Last Call (which was a matchup event + story), Flawed was a CYOA but you guys aren't the main focus/MC, Yesterday (my oc) is. I was hoping that with this method, you guys get to play the omnipotent voice and see how far the story can go until it's conclusion.

However, as I hosted the event for the next few days to weeks, I realized that it was simply too difficult. Maybe I wasn't prepared to host this type of format, as ambitious as it is, but I realized that maybe, you guys don't deserve this format and I should've made it catered to a reader insert instead.

It was hard for me to swallow the pill that this event may not be fun for the majority. I knew that having an OC be the MC + canon characters interact with them may be flaky at best (esp the whole OC x Canon being... well. very much a huge "oh dear"), but seeing minimal interaction/interest than my friends were (and people I admire, too. Hi Harmony! o/!!) and realizing that maybe I shouldn't have done this just... Made me regret it.

For that, I'd like to say:

I'm so, so sorry that this event failed. I'm very sorry if you guys expected it to be like OLC: about the reader/reader insert format.

I know it's not right for me to apologize, but I feel that I have to. I let all of you down, and I don't want you guys to be disappointed in something that you all don't like to see in this blog.

So I decided that I'll run this event in its own blog, but here's the thing.

I don't know if I should keep Yesterday in the blog.

I have to open up a poll for this, so here's the options you guys have for it's fate:

If you guys want it to be a reader insert game (aka you are the main star, not Yesterday), I will set up a menu to BUILD your personal darling.

This means that you guys get to decide how darling will look, the gender, their preferences, and even their job. However, this will be for your darling, and if darling dies, you can't use them anymore.

PROS: This is catered to the reader, and thus, you guys are the ones to choose your own destiny. I won't be the one to decide this time, and if the majority agrees on a specific option, your darling will do just that. This is also more open for variety + reader/canon interaction because I know some of you would have a lot of fun being able to see yourselves in the story.

CONS: When your darling dies, you get the chance to restart. However, the game will continue on with a new darling you guys will have to make and the stats reset to zero. The characters will also mention your past darling, and you'll have to restart from scratch. I still need to tweak this, but just know that it is VERY tricky for you if your first darling dies.

If you guys want it to stay the same (Yesterday is the MC), the format will remain the same.

This means what you witnessed here in the blog WILL happen on the other blog.

PROS: You guys get to either continue or restart with Yesterday's story, and with newfound knowledge, you get to choose more options that were previously unavailable. This also opens up to you all being able to essentially shape Yesterday's outlook + what'll happen to them, because you are the one guiding them to their happy ending.

CONS: This one does not offer a restart like the reader insert (one try only), and this could result to another "this'll flop because many people aren't interested". We've seen it happen here, so please decide wisely.

If you guys want BOTH, the format will be different as you have the option to build a darling (reader insert) or stick to Yesterday's story.

This means there will be a new system for both options to be available, alongside new menus!

PROS: You guys get to have a chance of an 'easy route' or 'hard route' and all of you can use your experience/s to get your desired ending for either one <3 go crazy lol

CONS: If you choose one of the two options for both, the latter will be locked. That's the only consequence I have for this one tbh.

So yes, I'd like to say thank you, and sorry for the fail of Flawed on this blog. I wish I could give you all the quality like in OLC, but there were... Too many things to consider. Sobs.

If you guys still want to continue, please lmk. I worked hard on Flawed and I still want to continue, but this time, its a permanent event and will be on my own pace.

Thank you for your support. Again. And I'll see you guys next time (be it a random fic or the next event <3)

#💌 ;; messenger writes #💌 ;; promising letter: flawed

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Now now, Geoffrey, she's much nicer than anyone you live with...

Serenity's skills after Week One:

KNITTING 6 PAINTING 4 CHARIMSA 3 COOKING 2 GARDENING 2 ENTREPRENEUR 2

Also unlocked the INSPIRED EXPLORER trait, which will help her build up skills - and grab some more collectibles (her main means of making simoleons). The GEEK trait is actually so good for that, who knew? Not me. Just add that to FREEGAN my next Rag to Riches challenge and I'll be set in no time.

Cheats Used:

1. FreeRealEstate to buy an empty lot in Brindleton Bay. 2. Aspirational cheat because the last on the second stage ('Knit While Listening To Music') wasn't getting checked off, even though Serenity did it.

(Picture of the updated house + some ramblings below).

Okay, I admit it. SEASONS, I've underestimated you for far too long.

Previously I've advised people that if they can only choose one expansion pack, get CATS & DOGS - because pets! Why not pets? Also new world! Buut adding seasons, holidays and the variety in harvestables makes the game feel so cyclic and really like the passage of time is a thing.

While I personally would still pick pets, I have to concede that SEASONS simply gives you more to do. If you're not all that into animals and won't pursue the vet career, I can see it being kind of niche, even though to me it's still an essential.

And while Brindleton Bay is gorgeous, the two base game worlds (I don't count Newcrest) still give you a lot of explorable areas and interesting NPCs - and other than being set in New England rather than the US South, it isn't vastly different in feel. The only NPCs from CATS & DOGS that really stand out are the Heckings (because d'aww) and Catarina Lynx - although not in a good way (such a lazy stereotype, EA). When you compare that to CITY LIVING and COTTAGE LIVING (the Crumplebottoms, everyone!), both those packs give you more colourful characters - and a world that feels more like a community, imo.

PARENTHOOD is essential for family gameplay. In terms of build it has surprisingly good items (including a kitchen set, and usually base game kitchens are the bane of my existence) and the CAS will actually make your teenagers look as such. Parenting is also a skill that allows your Sim to directly influence your spawn's behavior and while sometimes (as with the Sims game mechanics as a whole) the phases can be Extra, they are also hilarious. Plus children and teens have the opportunity to earn bonus traits when aged up (good manners, responsible etc) which otherwise can't be acquired.

NIFTY KNITTING in my opinion had the best gameplay mechanic out of all the stuff packs (although PARANORMAL with mediumship and the new investigator role is also solid). And it even gives you a whole new aspiration! There are so many items you can unlock only through knitting, Sims with a decent skill level can teach others how to knit and it also helps children build up their motor skill. It also unlocks Plopsy as a means to make money. Yeah, it is kind of frustrating that much in CAS particularly is locked initially, but to me that means increased playability.

So yeah, obviously personal taste and what you're interested in playing varies a lot from one Simmer to another. But if you are a new player (after trying the free BASE GAME beforehand), I'd pick SEASONS, PARENTHOOD and NIFTY KNITTING. Please please wait for a sale - or if you just can't, grab the three of them in a bundle from the online store.

Finally I realised that the poll results aren't yet viewable to me - this should be exciting :D

#serenity merrythought #sims 4 packs #sims 4 packs review #sims 4 seasons #sims 4 cats & dogs #sims 4 parenthood #sims 4 nifty knitting

[lilbit-of-kizzy]

So I know, from a poll I did this week, that there are a lot of people completely new to The Last of Us. So let me try to quickly sum up (edit: I'm ADHD that didn't happen I'm so sorry) why this picture is causing people to gush

During the game you can find collectables, these can be comic books (the one Sam and Ellie were reading), firefly pendants, notes, etc

One series of notes you can find are all laid out as environmental story telling of what happened in the sewers (access tunnels in the show)

Ish (ala Ishmael) cast out to sea in his boat as the pandemic started, when that was no longer viable he came back to shore, saw that indeed everything had gone to shit, and set up inside a locked sewer system

He traded for a while, eventually inviting some families inside with him. They set up a thriving little city, full of families, with working water systems, gardens, schools, living quarters, the works (the place is huge and takes up and entire chapter of the game)

Then, just once, someone forgets to shut a door tight. And that's the end, you even find a pile of bodies under a tarp, and realize it's most of the children. A note nearby talks about how they were trapped, infected pounding on the door, and "I'll make it quick...if it comes to that" with "they didn't suffer" scrawled on the ground nearby

Once you escape said sewers you find a spray painted DON'T ENTER, DEAD INSIDE kind of thing on the outside door "thanks for the warning on the other side!" Ellie quips and you head to a nearby suburban area

Inside one of the houses you can find another note from the man who had to kill the children, agreeing that he and his family joining Ish might work out "now that wasn't a very good idea was it" -Joel

And a bit further on finally another note from Ish about what happened. He and the first lady he invited in, and some of her family (but not all) were the only ones to survive

So in the show? That horde that crawled out of the basement? That was, indeed, the whole group that Ish had tried to save in the access tunnels. The drawing was a nod to game players to say "yes this still happened, you know what must be coming"

#hbo the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou #the last of us #tlou show #tlou hbo #hbo tlou

[shygirl4991]

Becoming Canon

Summary: After a successful heist in getting the notebook back SMG3 and SMG4 confess their feelings to each other. Tags: Love confessions, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff Next Part Note: i put a poll up to see if peeps want 'The Next Step' on tumblr and forgot to mention the prequel fic becoming canon so here we go!

SMG4 smiles as he watches SMG3 jumping with joy over saving his notebook, he was so thankful that his viewers were on his side to help this happen. After having fun teasing SMG3 he started to feel the fatigue from the whole thing, who knew doing a heist would take so much out of you?

After teasing SMG3 about why he was building a new evil lair right next to his castle he lets out a small yawn “Speaking of cafes…I’m dead tired.” he gives his partner a small smile “Let’s have some coffee.” For the first time since they have known each other things felt peaceful, maybe it was them both being drained from the heist or maybe this heist helped bring the two closer together. He remembers back a few weeks ago how SMG1 and 2 told them they needed to get along and work as a team, of course their plan on gluing their hands together really didn't work on bringing them together. What it did bring was a lot of videos and tweets explaining he wasn't dating SMG3, though thinking about it would the two of them dating be so bad? During the heist he never felt so close to SMG3 before, the way they were in sync scaring Mario. How they had each other back helping each other out of tight spots, they even finally manage to get their fusion ability to work…sorta.

SMG3 perks up hearing his words “Now we’re talkin!” walking together they sit on a pile of wood waiting to become a part of SMG3 cafe, SMG4 smiles looking at the sunset as SMG3 starts doing their coffee. They smile at each other doing a small cheer as they clink their cups together and drink, as SMG4 enjoys the warmth of the coffee he notices SMG3 writing in his notebook with a huge smile “What are you writing?” he knew he wasn't going to get an answer but it wasn't going to hurt him to ask you never know what mood SMG3 is in.

He smirks and turns away “I’ll never tell!” SMG3 makes sure the other cant see the drawing he is doing of them both with cups of coffee.

With a giggle he nods “Don't worry i wont push it,” as he looks back at the sunset his heart starts to beat faster. This would be the perfect moment wouldn't it, he honestly felt this whole day was a sign of some kind. It all started with SMG3 telling him he wrote about their moment in the igloo, then they got stuck doing a game show where they had to watch the video and see the moment they both agreed never to talk about. He had to admit the closer they got the harder it was for him to keep his feelings in check. When he hears the notebook close he decides now is the time with one last gulp of the coffee he turns to SMG3 “You know…this heist got me thinking,”

SMG3 sips his coffee and stares at his partner “What that we should be full time spies, cause i'm not a fan of the idea of your fans telling me how to live my life,” SMG4 shakes his head with a small chuckle “No, nothing like that…just we make a good team don't we?”

He keeps staring at SMG4 feeling confused on what was going on with the man next to him, seeing this SMG4 sighs feeling himself blush. “You know…people ship us together…and uh with all that's happened to us i started to wonder….” he had no idea what he was doing. Every TV show he has seen made confessions look easy, even Axol made it look sweet and easy with the manga he was making before everything.

SMG3's eyes go wide as he also starts to blush “Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden, idiot!!”

SMG4 closes his eyes “WHAT IF WE MAKE IT CANON!?”

Everything was dead silent, he was nervous to open his eyes to see how SMG3 was looking at him. Finally he hears a whisper “you….what?”

Slowly he opened his eyes to see a stun SMG3, his face was as red as his eyes, it almost made SMG4 giggle for how cute it was to see him like that. “I..well i like you, so i was wondering if maybe we can try…the next step?”

SMG4 started to get worried he broke the man for how long it took for him to move again, he watches as SMG3 stares at the floor then his notebook. His heart sank, did he read the signs wrong, did the guardian not feel the same as him?

SMG3 gets up and stands in front of him “Fine, i guess i…i like you too! But don't let it get to your head…Baka!”

SMG4 gives a huge smile before running and hugging his boyfriend, SMG3 gets flustered as he starts to break free from the hug “Oi! I said don't let it get to your head!!”

With a smirk he leans close to SMG3 “Oh? So does that mean you don't want a hug? Maybe it's a kiss you're looking for?”

SMG3 covers his face with his notebook to hide how flustered he was getting. It was always fun teasing the man before but now that they were going to date, teasing has gotten much more fun.

#smg34 #smg43 #smg34 fanfiction #Shygirl4991 fanfiction #Becoming canon #the next step #smg7

[a-non-ymouswriter]

Alright, let's talk Rewind (or my MCYT fics)

i think it's time to finally talk about rewind/remix.

or generally, just my mcyt fics in general.

it's been a while since i updated any of them and trust me, i am very much FILLED WITH GUILT over not updating or continuing them- problem is; i just don't have any motivation in them at the moment. my interest and motivation for them have waned, wilted and withered. the three unfortunate ws that arent wins.

i dont want to say i abandoned them, i hate the thought of abandoning ANY STORY and i like the thought of getting back to them at some point. maybe my motivation will come back, it has in the past and that's a great hope to have.

however i am aware that these stories have been gathering dust and it's possible that motivation will never come back and i hate that.

i know partially why i'm no longer interested? partially- it mainly started with techno's death. it just didn't feel the same anymore now that cc!techno was gone, but if things went differently then maybe i could've continued just as normal. but i'm pretty sure my motivation took a great hit when techno died.

another great hit to my motivation is the whole... thing with cc!dream??? WHICH I WILL NEVER EVEN POKE ABOUT, YOU CANNOT MAKE ME, I WILL IGNORE EVERY ATTEMPT. it felt weird writing about c!dream even though i should REALLY be able to separate the two, cc!s are different from fictional c!s and all that but for some reason i just don't feel too comfy writing him right now.

and since my main series of rewind and remix is MAINLY RELATED TO DREAM- you can see my problem here.

the dream smp is done, over, there is no season 2 and my interest in this fandom is only tethered by the occasional fanfic that i stumble upon and the numerous fanarts that come and go. that interest isn't enough to motivate my writing.

a funny thought though, is that i think i spent a LOT of motivation and kind of burnt myself out in the future back when i was DAILY UPDATING REWIND- like i don't know if you readers remember but i was updating DAILY on rewind. every day, FOR ALMOST A MONTH- something that might never happen again really and i'm still kind of proud of that.

but i'm pretty sure it was very unhealthy of me to do daily updates the way i did- it took A POWER OUTAGE to make me stop doing daily updates and i remember STRESSING OVER NOT UPDATING while the power was out. so yeah, i'm pretty sure i set myself up for failure there XD

but i'm so glad that i was able to at least finish rewind. my very first story that i completed. unfortunately i'm not too confident about finishing the rest of the series (and some other fics).

a friend of mine actually suggested something that i've been thinking about from time to time; i give you guys the outline of what COULD have happened. what i was planning on writing and then completing my works.

it sounds like a good idea but i didn't want to let you guys down in just, giving up like that. but nowadays, it sounds like a better and better alternative than to just wait for my motivation and interest to come back. it's almost been a year already for wishes and family, and remix, i managed to update stream labs a few months ago so that's hopeful but the others...

okay, i'm going to give YOU GUYS the choice here. i'll tell the ao3 readers about it as an important update author's note, but im going to make a poll about this choice soon and i'll even pin it on my tumblr.

it'll last- maybe two weeks? but yeah, it's the least i can do to see what you guys want.

EDIT: polls apparently only last a week, so it'll be up a week.

#non post #dsmp rewind #stream labs live #wishes and family #this is a long time coming tbh #should have done this sooner but i just kept procrastinating

[serpentclaws]

Poll Results

Here are the poll results from this poll!

In order:

"Sapient" - I can make friends (slowly) but I'm still wild - 31.3%

"Sapient" - I socialize within my culture (local species, biome) not outside - 10.4%

Feral - I accept my close family, but strangers fuck off - 9%

Societal - I am part of a cultural network, behaving feral is bad - 8.6%

Feral - I would lash out at anyone encroaching on my territory unwanted - 6.7%

Societal - Behaving feral in my species is an illness or loss of basic control - 5.2%

Domestic - My species is celebrated despite lacking sapience (like snakes) - 2.2%

As you may note, these don't add up to 100%. One category was omitted for not having any responses, as well as the "Show Results" being removed.

The "Other Option" votes (4.5%) were removed because largely those who voted for that option seemed to misunderstand the purpose of the poll by combining multiple (or all?) of the options together.

Notes

Although it was purposefully not noted in the original poll text, this poll was intended to gauge 1) how many dragons identify within a sliding scale of Very Feral to Not Feral At All (aka Societal), with 2) a secondary intent to see how many Sapient or higher dragons identified ferality as bad.

Why did you do this, Rook? Because although I noted that Tumblr's dragon ecosystem has a lot of bite bite claw howl sentiments, I'd witnessed elsewhere... not push back but cringing? almost when the suggestion that other dragons were feral. (Elsewhere being other social media, including forums and discord.)

If multiple people had complained that there were no societal rank options where ferality was framed as neutral or good, I would have accepted that the poll was too skewed. But one person noted it, and they didn't like my verbiage as a whole, so I don't know how to weigh that information against the results.

Interpretation

The total number of votes was 268 and the poll lasted a week.

It seems Tumblr's dragon ecosystem leans heavily toward "sapient but wild," which I interpret as capable of self-identification with personhood but with a tendency to weigh instinctual reactions higher than logical ones. They don't snap at every intrusion but they aren't always going to listen to social reasoning when prompted to respond.

What are your thoughts?

#dragonkin #dragon therian #draconity #draconic

[opreaadriann]

Weekly Update - May 4, 2024

Hello!! I’m back with another weekly update, this time a bit tamer than the last one. It didn’t achieve some godly word count, since I was feeling a bit depressed with the whole no job and all, but I did manage to do some interesting things.

First of all, I wrote 5k words this week. I know, a bit underwhelming compared to last time, but I had to do a lot of smaller things this time around.

I completely finished all of the Burt profiles, so now all of the targets have a nice little screen with their information. I also plan on adding one for Angela and Marcus, as well as one for other important side characters like Lydia and the Arts club president (maybe even Helen if she keeps appearing more often).

I also finished the Cecily random event. I am working now on one with Dylan and his posse. I’m thinking of having at least one random event for each target, a few with multiple of them, and some for the allies.

When it comes to the hobbies, I wrote what will happen each week for the chapter when you select to train your skills. I now only have to write specific events that happen if you reach certain skill levels.

The only bigger thing I’ve done for the older chapters (which I haven’t uploaded to the demo, so don’t go looking for it!) is that I’ve kinda changed Connor’s personality. I’ve originally made him a bit of a loser wannabe Casanova, but I’ve changed my mind and will now make him very confident. I felt he was a bit too similar to Dylan, which made him very forgettable. You might also think this makes him similar to Michael, but I’ve come up with some really good ideas for Michael that will make him very unique. The original Connor I envisioned would have still existed, but just before our character joined the school. Which means he was a loser, but has become more true to himself. This should make his fall much more interesting if you are going for the revenge angle, since he’s someone that has somewhat managed to get his shit together.

Last but not least, chapter 4 has reached something over 33k words, which is larger than any chapter yet, and it’s still not close to the end. This is why I was thinking of posting the chapter to the demo early, even though it’s not complete. I’m doing a poll right now on Patreon to see what the people there think and if they agree, I’ll likely post the incomplete version of the chapter early, since it’s going to take a while for me to finish it at this rate.

Thanks for all the support and let’s hope I do a good job continuing the story!

#high school revenge #interactive fiction #if wip #romance #interactive game #choicescript

[collecting-stories]

🏕 roommate prompts "we just moved into a shared apartment and I find out you like to sing while doing your chores and I really like your voice" + "I have work in the morning and I can’t sleep while you’re making music next door, composing love songs for your secret crush" with eddie x reader?

Okay I don’t know how well I did with this prompt as a whole like…I tried and I hope it’s good cause I really liked the prompt and I feel like I spent a decade on this thing lol

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Love Songs - Eddie Munson

Summary: you’ve been pining over your roommate but when you overhear Eddie writing a song and assume it’s for someone else.

A/N: This ended up being longer than I expected it to be…I just kept writing trying to make it good. Not sure I succeeded lol.

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The walls of your apartment were thin. Or maybe this was an understatement because you could hear every single noise that came out of Eddie’s room at night. It wasn’t that he was loud or anything. Well, he was, but it wasn’t that. It was just that the walls were thin and when he was up late at night you could hear him.

Not that you minded entirely. There was something bizarrely calming in the sound of his guitar strumming late at night and his whispered half-words. When he wasn’t home you had trouble sleeping but you tried not to think about why.

Despite the heavy metal gigs that you’d been subjected to at least once a week since Eddie had moved in with you, the music he played late at night was much different. Unmistakeable love songs that you knew must be originals. Just from the sound of him stopping and starting and whispering phrases to himself as pencil scraped against paper you knew these were all songs that Eddie was writing. As much as you loved listening to the sound of his voice at night (and you did love it a lot because you’d almost fallen asleep at work every day this week from staying up late and listening to him) there was a certain and unmistakeable ache that had formed in your chest at the thought that Eddie was on the other side of the wall composing love songs for someone else.

The whole thing was ridiculous really. You and Eddie had ended up as roommates because you answered a very colorful ad taped to a telephone poll.

“I’ll be honest I was half-expecting to get murdered or something,” you had admitted to him that first afternoon, still clutching the ad that you’d taken down (just in case anyone else got the bright idea to swoop in and steal your potential living space).

Eddie confessed that he didn’t really need a roommate, as he wasn’t really renting the apartment so much as squatting in it, but his band mates were a little much on a good day and he got lonely being by himself. “I used to live with my uncle and, I don’t know, you get used to someone else around.”

He was a lot to get used to but you were up to the task and the more time you spent with him the more you felt that familiar tug in your chest. Aside from band practice (which was always held in the living room space of the loft) and late night gigs that you always made time to go to (even when you had to get up early for work) you and Eddie spent pretty much every second together. There wasn’t exactly a lot to do for two broke 20 somethings in Indianapolis but you never got bored.

“Pizza?” Eddie asked, standing in the kitchen with the refrigerator door open. He was bent over, looking into the empty compartment.

“Pizza?” You repeated, tilting your head over so you could look at him from the couch you were laying on. “What about it?

“For dinner.”

“What time is it?” You asked, craning your neck a little further as if you’d be able to see the clock that was sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Dinner time,” Eddie stood up and let the refrigerator door swing shut, cutting off the light supply to the kitchen. The bulb (and the entire fixture) had been dismantled last week when Eddie had gotten a little too exuberant about a game of DnD that he was playing with some neighbors. You weren’t home at the time and when you did get in you’d requested that Eddie not give you the details because honestly you didn’t even want to think about how he’d managed to rip a chandelier out of the ceiling.

You frowned, suddenly aware of the darkening sky through the windows and the fact that you’d been lounging on the couch for the better part of the day, pretending that you were going to get up and be productive every time you started to feel guilty for being lazy. Eddie had come home early from work and he’d been moving around the house like a dog trying to find the ideal spot to take a nap. First he was in his room, then the chair in the living room, then the end of the couch, then lingering around the counters in the kitchen and back to his room and back out. He was always restless and usually that restlessness disrupted your very real ability to rest anywhere. Like now, as he moved away from the fridge and came into the living room again, climbing over the back of the couch and dropping down so he was straddling your lap, leaning in close.

If he got any closer your noses might touch and you were beyond positive that he could hear the rapid beating of your heart. You could, at least. Like a drum in your ear, it was loud and persistent and maybe you were having a heart attack.

“What are you doing?” You questioned, lifting your arms from beside you and gently pushing Eddie away. He only grabbed your wrists.

“Pizza?” He repeated for the second time, a clear question now.

“Is this the part where you ask me to pay Mr. I-just-made-money-at-a-gig?” You retorted. How someone could forget their wallet in their own home, when the wore a wallet chain to begin with, was beyond you but Eddie always somehow managed when you ate out.

“Money that you told me is for the stupid ceiling light.” He argued, looking back over at the light conspiratorially, as if it might hear him talking.

From this position you could look up at him, his features distorted slightly from the angle but his plush lips and soft jawline on display. Your mouth twitched, trying to keep your composure as you watched him, waiting for him to say something or for your brain to start working so you could say something.

“The stupid ceiling light that you broke,” you finally pointed out, willing your mouth to work. Eddie looked down at you, chin almost touching his chest and giving him a double chin. You laughed at the look on his face and the way it felt when he jabbed at your sides with his fingers. You’d eventually give in and eat pizza but you’d try your hardest to antagonize him first.

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You had a couple books on your shelf about guitar playing for dummies and you’d even asked the guy who played backup in Eddie’s band to show you a few chords, if only for the satisfaction of knowing what exactly he was playing when he was playing late at night but it didn’t really help. The music went in and out, it stopped abruptly and then altered it started again completely different. In between lyrics that made you both fall more in love and absolutely despise whoever was managing to hold Eddie’s attention, there were slight curses. Quietly muttered fucks and Jesus Christs that were nearly inaudible. You thought about tapping on the wall or maybe walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water (just to subtly announced you were awake) but you never did. Instead you always laid there perfectly still and tried not to breath or draw any attention to yourself.

All the songs sounded beautiful and you never heard him play any of them at the gigs his band managed to get so you figured they weren’t meant for anyone but him. And maybe the person he wrote them about. You didn’t want to impose on a private moment by letting him know you could hear him but you also didn’t want him to take the knowledge as an invitation. There were plenty of times that Eddie asked your opinion on a song (despite your lack of knowledge about anything heavy metal) and you thought you would die if he told you about the person he wrote it for.

But it was inevitable that eventually Eddie might realize you heard him or think he needed a second opinion. And when he asked your heart plummeted into your stomach. You’d spent the entire morning and part of the afternoon appeasing bitchy customers at the diner down the street from your apartment. Your feet hurt and you wanted to lay on the couch with Eddie and take a nap but you walked in the front door and he was standing there with his guitar the way he always did when he wanted to grovel for your opinion.

“At least let me change,” you groaned, shutting the door and leaning against it as you pushed off your scuffed sneakers. There was no saying no to Eddie, you’d learned that already. If you refused a request, and that was basically what this was, he’d follow you around until you eventually caved. Somewhere someone had neglected to teach him patience (and personal space).

“Well go get changed then,” he insisted when you hadn’t moved, waving his hand at you as if he was shooing you away.

Eddie had been working this song for weeks, trying to get every chord perfect. He knew you didn’t like metal and that you only came to Corroded Coffin shows out of the loving support for him (which did nothing to quell the pounding in his chest whenever you were around) so when he’d started writing a song for you, because aside from creating a stellar DnD campaign he didn’t have too many other love languages, he knew it had to be something else.

You liked rock and folk, he’d heard you listening to early Beatles, the Grateful Dead, Bob Dylan, and Joan Baez when you were alone in your room. Occasionally in the car, if the radio was on, you let slip that you knew all the words to an Olivia Newton John song or that one Tiffany song that he absolutely despised (though he suspected you learned that one just to torture him). You didn’t complain that the only communal music listened to was his, that he’d blare Metallica loud enough for the neighbors to complain and you learned all the words to his favorite Dio song just to head bang around the apartment with him.

But this wasn’t about him, it was about you. And he’d done extensive research (torturous research at times…how could you honestly enjoy Bette Davis Eyes enough to put it on a mixtape) raiding your music collection and listening while you were at work. He was going to write the best love song he was capable of writing, something that made you realize that he was (maybe just slightly) worthy of your love.

He had it all planned out too.

You would walk through the door and he’d be standing there with his guitar, ready to serenade you and you’d be so impressed with him that you’d probably stop him midsong just to kiss him. You’d tell him you loved him too, because in this scenario in his head the feelings were mutual and he wasn’t grappling in the dark so much as flicking on a light, and then maybe you’d order Chinese food and make out on the couch and then you’d ask to move things to the bedroom (yours hopefully cause he’d forgotten to wash his sheets and writing love songs about you inspired some other less innocent activities).

He had it planned but he hadn’t exactly banked on you being exhausted or wanting to change first. Eddie had a very small supply of courage in this moment and it was starting to wear thin. “What are you trying on everything you own?” He huffed, laying the guitar carefully on the coffee table and heading to your room to see what was taking so long.

“Eddie!” You shoved the door closed and it nearly hit him in the face, “you can’t just come down the hallway, I’m naked!” You had developed a tendency, in the over warm apartment in the height of summer, to dress with the door to your room open. You claimed it was for cross-breeze but all Eddie knew was that it usually meant you cordoning off the hallway until you were ‘decent’.

“Will you just get dressed, I’m losing my nerve out here and I’m like five seconds from puking my guts out!” He exclaimed, knocking on the door to hurry you up.

The door opened again and you re-emerged, pushing Eddie’s hand away from your face. He’d been mid knock when you opened the door and you would not repeat the time he accidentally punched you in the face when he was pounding your door down at 4am because he was hungry. “You know I’ve heard like a million songs from you by now, I don’t know why you’re freaking out. You don’t usually.”

“I do too! I’m an extremely self-conscious person.”

You snorted at that, “I think your nose just grew two inches.” You walked passed him and into the living room, taking a seat cross-legged on the couch for the impromptu concert. This was something you were entirely used to but Eddie’s jumpy behavior seemed almost unfamiliar. He was always exuberant, had more energy than anyone you’d ever met (and you spent every summer in high-school volunteering at a day camp for kids) but this felt different. Like he really was nervous. “Okay, go for it. Let’s here this.

Eddie grabbed his guitar and started to strum, no opening remarks or explanations. You’d been asked once to listen to a new song and spent an hour having him explain the difference in DnD dice before he even got to the meaning of the song. This was different, he jumped right into it without much warning and absolutely no explanation. The song itself was different too though and when he started to sing you realized exactly what it was.

“You know what,” you cut him off abruptly and stood, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. This was not good, your brain was setting off alarms in your head, warning you to get out now. Jump ship. You’d have to start the search for a new roommate. “I’m not feeling great, I think I’m gonna lay down.”

“What?” Eddie was pulling his guitar off and following you down the hallway as quickly as he could, “wait, what happened?”

“Nothing, I just…I’m tired.”

“Can I just finish the song?”

No, I don’t really want you to. You couldn’t say that though, then you’d have to explain that you knew it was for someone else and you wanted it to be for you. That all you thought about at night when you heard him practice was how the hell you’d missed your chance when he was so close to you. Just the next room over and somehow, someone else had won his affection. “Eddie,” you stressed his name, stopped at the closed door to your room. You turned to face him but kept one hand behind your back, grasping the doorknob. Maybe you could go in and come out and everything could go back to normal.

“Please, two minutes.” Eddie was trying desperately not to freak out (though freaking out was a preset for him). A million thoughts were running through his head but the most prominent was telling him to take the out. You must’ve realized, even from that first verse, that it was about you and you were telling him in this roundabout way that you just wanted to be friends. That you weren’t interested and he should just stop being so persistent and pushing and let you let him down without the brutal heartbreak of making you say it. But he couldn’t let it go, he needed to get it off his chest before he suffocated. And then he could find a new roommate or something, but right now he just needed you to hear him. “I thought you’d like it, it’s not like my usual stuff,” he tried. Maybe appeasing to your musical taste would help.

“No it sounds great, I just…” you paused again, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. The words were right there on the tip of your tongue and you were trying so hard not to say them.

“Just the chorus,” Eddie reasoned.

“I can hear through the wall, I mean, at night…I’ve heard you writing. I’ve, I’ve heard the chorus, I mean.” You replied. The whole situation was making your face hot and your hands feel like ice. You could feel the familiar chest tightening of anxiety and you tried to will it away.

Eddie’s face paled for a moment as he ran through all the past weeks of practicing and writing, trying to remember if he’d said anything that might give away his intentions. Had he let your name slip? Had you known for weeks that he was writing you a love song but you were being a good friend and pretending not to notice in hopes he’d realize you weren’t interested.

“The walls are really thin.” You supplied when he said nothing.

“You knew?”

“It’s okay, I mean…I have the worst insomnia and it was nice, hearing you practice. Honestly I didn’t know you could be so quiet,” you admitted, trying to ease the tension that kept flaring up. If you could just slip into your room then maybe you could avoid this entire ordeal.

Eddie tried laughing but it sounded as forced as it was. He felt like he was buzzing, his whole body vibrating from nerves worse than any he’d ever gotten performing live. He wanted to ask you but he wasn’t sure he could stand to hear you say it. He didn’t know if he really wanted the verbal rejection but he knew he needed closure, at least some kind of confirmation that he was reading signals wrong and you weren’t in love with him. That his perfect scenario, already shot to hell, definitely wasn’t playing out the way he wanted.

“Do you,” he swallowed. This would arguably be the worst moment of his life, “you don’t feel the same way?”

Your hand slipped off the door knob, “what?”

“I mean, it’s okay if you don’t, obviously. And we can just, pretend this never happened. Or you know, I can find a new roommate. Or! If you like this place I can totally move out-“

“Eddie,” you pressed a hand to his chest, “what are you talking about?”

“You don’t, uh…you don’t feel the same way.” Eddie clarified.

You opened your mouth and then closed it and then opened it again, “what way?” Your hand fell back to your side and you let go of the doorknob altogether. “What…” there was only one thing you could think of, fighting through the brain fog, “the song was for me?”

“Did you not know that?”

“How was I supposed to know that?” You almost laughed, “Eddie you bombarded me about it the second I walked in the door and gave me no indication why.”

“It sounds like all that shitty music you like!” He argued and you really did laugh then, shoving him.

“It’s not shitty, your music is shitty.”

“Take that back!”

“No! You listen to shitty music,” you were laughing so hard now that your words were barely tangible. Eddie was grabbing at your sides and trying to tickle you into some kind of submission as you pressed yourself against the door, reaching for the knob again.

“Take it back,” he was laughing, pushing himself as close to you as possible, caging you in.

Finally your hand settled on the doorknob and you twisted, the door flying open and sending the both of you falling to the ground in a heap. Eddie rolled off of you, flat on his back with his arms and legs out. He was breathing heavy, trying to catch his breath and you took the opportunity to roll over, getting onto your knees and straddling him. You dropped your hands to his chest and his immediately grabbed your hips, eyes wide as he stared up at you.

“You should write me another song,” you said, thinking that you would love nothing more than a heavy metal song dedicated to you. Even if you did hate the music, something about watching Eddie play, even just watching him bop around the house singing, made you rethink the genre.

“You didn’t even listen to that one,” he argued, though admittedly he would’ve absolutely written you a hundred more songs if you wanted him to.

“I didn’t know it was for me!”

“Because you didn’t listen to it!” He squeezed your hips, “I’ve written others.” He confessed.

“I wanna hear them all,” you confirmed.

“Let me up then.” Eddie squirmed, ready to jump up and go get his guitar. He’d serenade you if that’s what you wanted.

You shook your head, “later.”

“You said you wanted to hear them all.”

“I do. But you just told me you like me too-“ you started to explain before Eddie cut you off.

“Love you.”

“What?” You paused, tilting your head to the side.

“I love you.”

The smile that spread over your face made Eddie want to freeze the entire moment and live in it forever. “I love you too…so there’s no fucking way I’m gonna waste this.” You said, gesturing between you and Eddie. You leaned down closer to him, eyes shining as you met his, “you know how many times I thought about this.” Knowing he liked you, loved you, did wonders to your confidence.

Eddie gulped, “about what, exactly?” He wasn’t shy and he definitely wasn’t a virgin but he felt himself flushing as your lips brushed his ear.

“The things I’d do to you if I got you under me.” For emphasis you rolled your hips against his.

Eddie’s hands squeezed your hips again, harsher this time, trying to find purchase to push himself up against you at the same time. “Let’s do that first.”

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